This is a song about "Gatorade fruit punch"

So i banged for a minute

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Low hanging fruit that was me

And even if i'm broke, dog

The only fruit he coulda taught,

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Feeling useless as to a fruit

These lyrics that i spit out to these rappers are forbidden fruit,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Banging out niggas with attitude

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute