This is a song about "Fruit"

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

The only fruit he coulda taught,

No regard when i'm going at abroad

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

And find the fruit contaminated

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit