This is a song about "Fruit bowl"

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

Smoke another bowl, forget it by the end of the night.

I just ignore that illuminati shit and i just smoke a bowl

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Bowl after bowl an i'm hitting another gram..

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Feeling useless as to a fruit

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

And find the fruit contaminated

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up