This is a song about "Fruit and partying"

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

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

I’m saving major loot

Feeling useless as to a fruit

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

That thing juicy, no fruit

This is the truth partying so hard that smoke comes out from the roof

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth