This is a song about "Fruit cake"

Im going for the plate , because im trynna get this cake

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

We got young people's lives at stake

Saying life's a piece of cake

Put it on everything, history i'mma make

From miami to l.a. back to manhatten where the big cake

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

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

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Supposed to get the cake at the mart

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Feeling useless as to a fruit

But rather than singing non praise the dude