This is a song about "Fruit and vegetable"

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

The only fruit he coulda taught,

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

So i banged for a minute

That thing juicy, no fruit

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

Me and you just need to talk a bit

And find the fruit contaminated