This is a song about "Fruit machine"

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Low hanging fruit that was me

But i think i like that, just maybe

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

That thing juicy, no fruit

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food