This is a song about "Strange"

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

Well wishes to my opposition

I'm on a strange mission

As i'm watching the snow fall

Strange fruition, must i remind y'all,

She's a sex chaser, do whatever for the change

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

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

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

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

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

All black everthing on some jigga shit