This is a song about "Blackberry"

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Fire up the burning bush

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Guest spot on american bandstand

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

All my niggas get together to gather loot

So if you want a blood-bath i'm cocked, loaded, for a immersed expand/

You motherfucker have to throw some of your pride in the motherfucken sand

Every night i stroke hoes

And american music shows.

Kill him where he stand and stand over him, shake his hand

Breakin' my heart like glass, forgetting me like sand