This is a song about "Fruit"

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

That thing juicy, no fruit

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Feeling useless as to a fruit

Banging out niggas with attitude

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,