This is a song about "Fruit and partying"

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Feeling useless as to a fruit

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

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

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

And inside they think rap's soft

The only fruit he coulda taught,

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

They were partying i was cutting tracks