This is a song about "Fruit"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

But rather than singing non praise the dude

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

And my momma keep smoking that shit

And find the fruit contaminated

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Eat rappers, then drink beats like a fruit punch

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

Because there ain't no coming back from that