This is a song about "Strange things"

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

But rapper's from fulham get a strange reaction

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

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

But if you rupture a tendon i bet them feelings change

Summertime in the city

Spitting things inefficiently?

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

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

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

I have such a strange characteristic

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

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

And i doubt that ever change

To a people i don’t know, a strange.