This is a song about "Fruit pu"

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

And find the fruit contaminated

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Feeling useless as to a fruit

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

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

Low hanging fruit that was me

Oops, i'm so sorry

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,