This is a song about "Fruit"

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

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

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Hey, must be the money

Low hanging fruit that was me

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey