This is a song about "Fruit chews"

In the midst of a fire pit

And find the fruit contaminated

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

That slick criminal wit, the shit i spit chews,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Highest form of affection, physical connection

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

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

That slick criminal wit, the shit i spit chews,

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth