This is a song about "Fruit cake"

I must go like fly route

That thing juicy, no fruit

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Low hanging fruit that was me

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Banging out niggas with attitude

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Its as beautiful as a birthday cake

Feeling useless as to a fruit

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Supposed to get the cake at the mart