This is a song about "Badguy strange"

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

It was mass time, all on jesus land, almost seemed too strange

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

I have such a strange characteristic

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

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

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

I'm on a strange mission

I love your ambition

I am not a strange mc i'm simply nightmarish,

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

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