This is a song about "Fruit"

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

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

Low hanging fruit that was me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

That thing juicy, no fruit

I must go like fly route

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

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit