This is a song about "Fruit of islam"

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

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

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Until they see a forbidden fruit that looks awesome but lethal//

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Low hanging fruit that was me

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

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch