This is a song about "Strange night"

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Hmmm where should i begin

I'm on a strange mission

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

Why you change with your strange hits you arrange

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

That's how we make it right

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

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot