This is a song about "Fruit roll ups"

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

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

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

Purify that woman soul

Lay low youll make bank roll

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute