This is a song about "Fruit of islam"

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

You think i'll get all soft just cause you're talkin shit to my mom

That thing juicy, no fruit

I’m saving major loot

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

You're very attractive, and notice that

And find the fruit contaminated

Low hanging fruit that was me

I’m a hustla, baby