This is a song about "Strange niggas"

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

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

But rapper's from fulham get a strange reaction

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Girl listen, trying to position

I'm on a strange mission

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

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

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

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

But it was mass time, all on jesus land, almost too strange

People love hodgy i hate you though

Inside your mind is a strange flow,