This is a song about "Fruit"

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Smoke ? you know it taste good

And find the fruit contaminated

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

That thing juicy, no fruit

I’m saving major loot

Never agree with that message

Eat rappers, then drink beats like a fruit punch

Feeling useless as to a fruit

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Low hanging fruit that was me