This is a song about "Strange"

How did i get so strange? i'm from an awful place

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Mirror mirror on the wall

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

Why you change with your strange hits you arrange

That k o d a lil bit of change

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I may be strange, and a little different

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

You redundant, you never ever change

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age