This is a song about "Fruit snacks"

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

And find the fruit contaminated

Y'all similes is literal shit

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

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

It's typical how traditionally i position a syllable,

You're mentally disable,you're like snacks to randy ,you're on his table.