This is a song about "Fruit bowl"

It could wipe niggas clean like a fuking dust bowl.

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Low hanging fruit that was me

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Your flow is synonymous to what's in my toilet bowl

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,