This is a song about "Fruit loop dingus"

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

Time and time again we're caught in this vicious loop

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

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

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

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Make the world stop, restart time and loop it

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

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

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

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