This is a song about "Strange poops"

But rapper's from fulham get a strange reaction

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

I fucking hate this job

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

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

Ain’t seen ya since the 12th grade, even back then

And strange to think that i'm single again

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

I may be strange, and a little different

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

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