This is a song about "Fruit bowl"

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

I win the bowl, pass the bowl and light up

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Your shit's old, like it's in the toilet bowl

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Banging out niggas with attitude

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Is bein' broke as fuck, and can't afford a noodle bowl,

And all you cute

That thing juicy, no fruit

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute