This is a song about "Fruit cakes"

Feeling useless as to a fruit

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Bein sensible, take the ladder and pick up the cakes

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

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

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

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

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute