This is a song about "Fruit pizza"

Feeling useless as to a fruit

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

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

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

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

The only fruit he coulda taught,

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,