This is a song about "Strange"

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

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

When i'm down and out, i get up and right

I may be strange, and a little different

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

When i pull up in that candy range

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

And strange to think that i'm single again

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

Can't wait to see you naked