This is a song about "Fruit"

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

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

I know they pay me too much of attention

Girls say everything that i write smooth

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

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

I must go like fly route

Feeling useless as to a fruit

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose