This is a song about "Fruit roll ups"

I’m saving major loot

Feeling useless as to a fruit

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Banging out niggas with attitude

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

So before i go, you should harvest food

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Your dropping more names than ups drops boxes

Cameras take, credits roll

18 year sentence with no parole

Low hanging fruit that was me

So while the world goes drake crazy