This is a song about "I m strange"

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Strange fruit, that's the truth, i spit it in the booth,

Don't worry just done get inside

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

The center of the east coast my emblem reads

But it seems like a scene outta flick

I have such a strange characteristic

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!