This is a song about "Burrito mushroom"

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

And find the fruit contaminated

Eat rappers, then drink beats like a fruit punch

Man but this ain't no sign language

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute