This is a song about "Fruit pizza"

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

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

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Banging out niggas with attitude