This is a song about "Fruit"

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And all you cute

That thing juicy, no fruit

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

I know they pay me too much of attention

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

Feeling useless as to a fruit

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

But rather than singing non praise the dude

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit