This is a song about "Fruit tarts"

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Until they see a forbidden fruit that looks awesome but lethal//

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

So if it comes down, may the best man win

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

So before i go, you should harvest food

A bitch ain't nothin' but a dog

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Spittin heat like the toaster cookin you pop tarts

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,