This is a song about "Strawberry yoghurt"

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

If you got up stage and fruit meets ya face,

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

You're very attractive, and notice that

And find the fruit contaminated

Girls say everything that i write smooth

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

That thing juicy, no fruit

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued