This is a song about "Fruit sticck"

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

That's why i'm makin' money

Low hanging fruit that was me

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

This is like love, that you can never get

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

The only fruit he coulda taught,

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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