This is a song about "Fruit ninja"

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Cause my mother let me do what i want

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Trying to catch me riding dirty

For all the ninja that done to me

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute