This is a song about "Fruit sticck"

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

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

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

And find the fruit contaminated

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

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

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',