This is a song about "Fruit loops"

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Cool and calm, y'all gnawing on the fruit loops

Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Spin loops when dropping hooks, hoops like i'm shaq,

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Created triangles with an eye and loops

Feeling useless as to a fruit

So before i go, you should harvest food