This is a song about "Fruit loop dingus"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

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

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

My talent should take me places i've never been

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Pockets probably like fried food

Feeling useless as to a fruit

And find the fruit contaminated

When they feel safe on some bitch shit