This is a song about "Strange"

Inside your mind is a strange flow,

Same bitches used to play me though

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

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

Can't wait to see you naked

We hustle to survive

The world seems strange at times

We never tattle, let god handle that

I have such a strange characteristic

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

But rapper's from fulham get a strange reaction

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin