This is a song about "Strange digging"

Track 10.) strange fruition (strange fruition)

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

You see i promised that i'd never change

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

O. trice always rep his block

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

The strange fruit, crops growin', blowin' in the breeze,

We never tattle, let god handle that

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',