This is a song about "Fruit roll ups"

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

I smoke and let the tree talk

The only fruit he coulda taught,

I stand for freedom of speech and truth, not political cover-ups,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

Don’t you be holding back, your love

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

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Ups and downs and come arounds, and stomachs growling,

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling