This is a song about "Fruit"

Banging out niggas with attitude

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

I delete they history

Low hanging fruit that was me

Separate us, from what jay brought

The only fruit he coulda taught,

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

Man but this ain't no sign language

Eat rappers, then drink beats like a fruit punch

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

All my niggas get together to gather loot

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

And find the fruit contaminated

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that