This is a song about "Fruit loop dingus"

I must go like fly route

That thing juicy, no fruit

Just stuck in this bullshit loop like i was born an accident

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Perfume everywhere, girls are everywhere

A whole loop of heads lying ironic cos still mine isn't there

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

No job opportunities were few could dream, they were stuck in a loop

Anybody riding with young’in will probably recoup

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Searching thru a never ending loop of keys, all for different locks..

I left you outside to let you do your business, all you was doing was a loop

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude