This is a song about "Gay fruit"

If you didn't know i feel this way

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Until they see a forbidden fruit that looks awesome but lethal//

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Because what you spit is gay,

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

A military mind mean money

Low hanging fruit that was me

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot