This is a song about "Fruit snacks"

Thinking of bliss and the good days

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

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

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Fuck fame, fuck money

Low hanging fruit that was me

You're very attractive, and notice that

And find the fruit contaminated

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

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree