This is a song about "Strange feeling"

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

You see him as a god

Feeling tired, feeling colder

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

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

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

With foreign names, valet the range

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

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

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

It was mass time, all on jesus land, almost seemed too strange

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page