This is a song about "Strange digging"

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

And do i need to mention when

And strange to think that i'm single again

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

I just finished digging your tomb in the motherfucken sand

Each bomb digging in straight into the surface

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

The world seems strange at times

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Digging your lyrics from the trash, dude your retarded

King of the club, i bet you can’t top

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

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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