This is a song about "Fruit cakes"

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

Pattying cakes with her son and he looks like he's glad

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

I never crack i got that chap stick

And find the fruit contaminated

We like to party

Low hanging fruit that was me

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes