This is a song about "Fruit"

Feeling useless as to a fruit

Pockets probably like fried food

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

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

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,