This is a song about "Strange world"

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion

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

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose

Inside your mind is a strange flow,

Once upon a time not long ago

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

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

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

Ey, butt rape on a female cop