This is a song about "Juicy fruit"

This is like love, that you can never get

And find the fruit contaminated

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

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

By the way, their bodies are so juicy and moist!

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

So before i go, you should harvest food

Feeling useless as to a fruit

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,