This is a song about "Fruit cake"

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

I was wondering maybe

Low hanging fruit that was me

Never break, took a break though

Now you can't cake no moe

My whole schedule is filled up/ time is cake

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And find the fruit contaminated

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

That thing juicy, no fruit

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,