This is a song about "Fruits and ve"

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

I don't care what it did to them

Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Grab the scissors and saws and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

We' ve got opportunities to create

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..