This is a song about "Strange things"

Hop in and let me test drive

The world seems strange at times

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

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

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

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

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

Smoke ? you know it taste good

Inside your mind is a strange flow,

I've been fly, i'd could probably show

The world seems strange at times

Got a flock full of dimes