This is a song about "A fruit"

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,

Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

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 make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

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

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',