This is a song about "Ghetto fruit"

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

That thing juicy, no fruit

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop