This is a song about "Forbidden fruit"

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

I make her cum a lot

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Spittin written and forbidden lines

When i get my hands on nines

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

We never tattle, let god handle that

My lady, my baby

Low hanging fruit that was me

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

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