This is a song about "Corey fruits"

This boy met world like corey did

You're emotional bitch, fuck your period

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

For every black thought, i thought i caught roots

And all the fruits agree

I came up hungry

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

Them niggas tippin' good girl but i can make it flood

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck