This is a song about "Fruits"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And all the fruits agree

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

Bait baby, wait baby

Like, "peel, fruits, juice, vitamin c?"

Like, i got the peel so tell them fruits i got the juice you can invite em and see (vitamin c)

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut