This is a song about "Fruit of islam"

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Pockets probably like fried food

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Feeling useless as to a fruit

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Christianity islam involve the lord

And gary coleman just passed: life is short