This is a song about "Strange music prison"

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

A couple years back ain't seen my vision

That you just dropped the soap in prison

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

I have such a strange characteristic

Take her back to where i live

The world seems strange at times

Caught up inside this mental prison

Two reflections into one

I'm on a strange mission

I love your ambition

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

But it's more like a prison

They had a hell of a run