This is a song about "Fruit"

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

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

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

Man i spit that pimp talk

The only fruit he coulda taught,