This is a song about "Juicy fruit"

The only fruit he coulda taught,

Bonjour the broke, whole squad abroad

Silver skin packed to the rim dam that's juicy,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

As i seenobody cares about my history

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

Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression

That thing juicy, no fruit

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Pockets probably like fried food

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)