This is a song about "Strange world"

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

One time for the girls with the right shoes

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

Cause that shit just ain’t gonna change

The nerve i never hated

Sorry i rap with a strange kid

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

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

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

I have such a strange characteristic

I am not a strange mc i'm simply nightmarish,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

The segregated south, with the strange fruit growin',

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage