This is a song about "Strange poops"

The world seems strange at times

Paper planes, long flights

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

Girls say everything that i write smooth

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

It was mass time, all on jesus land, almost seemed too strange

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

But rapper's from fulham get a strange reaction

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

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

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

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

Never break, took a break though

Inside your mind is a strange flow,