This is a song about "Strange"

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change

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

I make her cum a lot

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

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

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

I may be strange, and a little different

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

I wish i had friends outside of my age range, does that sound strange,

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

Inside your mind is a strange flow,