This is a song about "Strange poops"

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

I am not a strange mc i'm simply nightmarish,

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

And strange to think that i'm single again

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

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

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

Hold up, give me a second i got the poops

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

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

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth