This is a song about "Fruit smoothie"

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Okay man you do the drop

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit