This is a song about "Ghetto fruit"

I must go like fly route

That thing juicy, no fruit

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Banging out niggas with attitude

Low hanging fruit that was me

Where you belong with your family

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Fags, lesbos, tryna rap in the ghetto,

You can't leave the ghetto streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

Forever young and ghetto fabulous

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

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