This is a song about "Strange poops"

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

But rapper's from fulham get a strange reaction

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

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

I wish i had friends outside of my age range, does that sound strange,

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

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

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

The strange fruit, crops growin', blowin' in the breeze,

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

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