This is a song about "Fruit pizza"

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Pockets probably like fried food

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

And find the fruit contaminated

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Okay today i was the freshest in my area

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Until they see a forbidden fruit that looks awesome but lethal//