This is a song about "Ghetto fruit"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

That thing juicy, no fruit

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

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

I want to eat you out like jello

Thats tryin to move out the ghetto

I'mma sign that work and release that

And find the fruit contaminated