This is a song about "The fruit of the spirit"

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

I mean i have the proof in my lyrics, next to me the holy spirit

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

About god the father, jesus the son and the holy spirit.

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

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

We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

I can never deny the words of the holy spirit

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

And find the fruit contaminated