This is a song about "Fruit loop dingus"

That thing juicy, no fruit

So i banged for a minute

Your raps just go in a loop

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Bonjour the broke, whole squad abroad

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

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

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Pockets probably like fried food

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

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

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

The back of my mercedes benz loop.

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,