This is a song about "Bananas and fruit"

Feeling useless as to a fruit

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Low hanging fruit that was me

Where you belong with your family

Cool and calm, y'all gnawing on the fruit loops

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

About some tyga beef shit

And find the fruit contaminated

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Ban on bandana, go bananas on the other hand

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And if he is as bananas as you say, i'm not taking any chances

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute