This is a song about "Fruit"

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody