This is a song about "The truth might be strange"

I used to have a nine to five

The world seems strange at times

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Not be so strange, act more affective, youll all make the revision,

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I only be telling the truth

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

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

Truth be told in this game the seasons reflect on whether or not if a nigga might change/

Inhaler ? i might be in b-town in the back of four

The money gets closer when you seem to be grindin' more

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose