This is a song about "Badguy strange"

I don't care what it did to them

And strange to think that i'm single again

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

Everybody wasted faded, faded

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

I fucking hate this job

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Why you change with your strange hits you arrange

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

I may be strange, and a little different

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change