This is a song about "Fruit"

Man but this ain't no sign language

Eat rappers, then drink beats like a fruit punch

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

I’m saving major loot

Feeling useless as to a fruit

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Knowing you can no longer party

Low hanging fruit that was me

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

And find the fruit contaminated