This is a song about "Fruit"

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

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

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