This is a song about "Badguy strange"

Got a flock full of dimes

The world seems strange at times

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

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

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Inside your mind is a strange flow,

The nerve i never hated

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

I wish i had friends outside of my age range, does that sound strange,

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

And strange to think that i'm single again