This is a song about "Clitoria"

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Sneakers wasn’t fitting and my knees needed lotion

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

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

I do what i want with true passion

My talent should take me places i've never been

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Carved by the god with all his passion,

You need to shut up, i’ve been dedicated to this passion

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

You're uncool like my mother kin

We made love with all sorts of passion