This is a song about "Fruit machine"

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

That grow into foreign friends and eventually 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,

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Your going against the mean killing machine

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.