This is a song about "Fruit bowl"

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

18 year sentence with no parole

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

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

Now there's bits of her floating in my cereal bowl

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Low hanging fruit that was me

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

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

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,