This is a song about "Fruits and veggies"

And remember what i said and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

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

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

And get it again and again

Tats out and my hair long

And once i'm dead and gone

It was all bad

And like to boast and brag

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

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement