This is a song about "Strawberry"

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

Eat rappers, then drink beats like a fruit punch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

Fakes get a blast from me, laugh at me, and get peeled lika mango/

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Wicked roots, the infant tree, strange fruit, the tension,

Growing up to be a president but now im a resident of the garden state

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Rotting in a graveyard garden, six feet deep in your wooden coffin