This is a song about "Gay fruit"

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

And talking shit we gon' party all day

Don't try to blow me, you fucking gay

Because what you spit is gay,

Take me away away

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

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

Little gay looking boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,