This is a song about "I m strange"

Sticking to the streets like convertible oil leaks

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

I have such a strange characteristic

Now i m gonna tell u a real story....

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

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

How did i get so strange? i'm from an awful place

Fire starter put me anywhere i just blaze