This is a song about "Badguy strange"

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

And if i want to go outside

See, the last one i dated, i hated

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

The world seems strange at times

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

The strange fruit, crops growin', blowin' in the breeze,

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

When i pull up in that candy range