This is a song about "Fruit sticck"

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Banging out niggas with attitude

Feeling useless as to a fruit

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

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

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit