This is a song about "Badguy strange pocket spendin block money"

You reachin in your pocket

Thug niggas, drug dealers, it's a trip

Track 10.) strange fruition (strange fruition)

You just working with the scraps you was given

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Never had a wallet, money falling out my pocket

I got a laptop in my back pocket

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Got the game on lock in my pocket

Spendin' hours in the hall, listenin' to instrumentals straight off my headphones//

Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones

When i pull up in that candy range

To a people i don’t know, a strange.