This is a song about "Fruit and veg"

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

But rather than singing non praise the dude

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

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

Better or worse, the center of attention