This is a song about "Fruits"

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

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

Let me rideuntil i get free

And all the fruits agree

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

Cause some of you bitches funny

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots