This is a song about "A fruit"

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

And find the fruit contaminated

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

Driving my car to a foreign place

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money