This is a song about "Strange poops"

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

Hold up, give me a second i got the poops

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

I have such a strange characteristic

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

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

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

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

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

All the time with this glock of mines

The world seems strange at times

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot