This is a song about "Strange gang"

We hustle to survive

The world seems strange at times

Track 10.) strange fruition (strange fruition)

You're uncool like my mother kin

By a gang called the police

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Real niggas never hate another man

Why are you talking about your gang

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

Baby, let me give you a call

Driving around like gang bang gang gunner

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

With such an ugly picture in it and

I may be strange, and a little different