This is a song about "Juicy fruit"

I drive that all around

That fat ass looks juicy and round

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

Rain, rain go away, that's what all my haters say

Two double cups like i'm fuking juicy j.

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

Low hanging fruit that was me

And my kick game beyond crazy

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

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit