This is a song about "A fruit"

And find the fruit contaminated

And you all will respect that

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Pockets probably like fried food

That thing juicy, no fruit

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

They say that i never cease to amaze

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Curl up like big worm when i drop