This is a song about "Fruit of islam"

Low hanging fruit that was me

But am i less holy

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,

Everybody finger point in your direction

Feeling useless as to a fruit

So before i go, you should harvest food

Christianity islam involve the lord

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

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

And find the fruit contaminated

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

And all you cute

That thing juicy, no fruit