This is a song about "Fruit"

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

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

I work hard for everything i get

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree