This is a song about "Fruits"

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

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

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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

Summertime in the city

They say nothings ever free

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