This is a song about "Fruit loop"

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

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

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

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

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

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

Surprised she hasn't taken gymnastic dick inside her alley oop

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

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

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit