This is a song about "Wright banana turn bum cheeks"

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

You always talkin cash but we know you a bum,

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

Fly as a wright brother, i guess that mean you wrong

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

See you rot,on the same banana,make your bars slip

Plot like the wright brothers when i'm taking flight

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

You used to be my cousin now your a fuckin bum

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I slip my handymen's, handy manny's banana in...

Anyways give it up the capital the nation