This is a song about "Fruit flies"

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Time flies, all those cries and tries

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Low hanging fruit that was me

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit