This is a song about "Fudge"

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Low hanging fruit that was me

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Papi you're a softy, fuck with me ima eat you like candy, taste like laffy taffy

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

And if your patient you'll be the one taking the cake

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake