This is a song about "Strange things"

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

I'm everything that they call nice

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

"strange clouds", and i dance through the night,

I know your man ain't lovin you right

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But rapper's from fulham get a strange reaction

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

The world seems strange at times

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Pork on the fork, white in the pot