This is a song about "Strange things"

I have such a strange characteristic

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

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

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

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

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Ima let her be by herself in peace

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

I would do awful awful things

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

The world seems strange at times

Got a flock full of dimes

Spitting things inefficiently?

I'mma drop you off home quickly

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

This beat is st.nicholas,young, black, gifted