This is a song about "Forbidden fruit"

Spittin written and forbidden lines

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

The only fruit he coulda taught,

A bitch ain't nothin' but a dog

I am forbidden to speak about what i was spoken

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Oppose/ enemies with long lost forbidden magic

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,