This is a song about "Fruit ninja"

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Feeling useless as to a fruit

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Im laid back like a retired ninja

My all gold rolly or the

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree