This is a song about "Fruit of islam"

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

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

Christianity islam involve the lord

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

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

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

And don't ever fuckin mention islam

The only fruit he coulda taught,

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees