This is a song about "Fruit"

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Everyday audacious plea, pick the fruit of the poison tree

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

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

That grow into foreign friends and eventually strange fruit,

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

So while the world goes drake crazy

Low hanging fruit that was me

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit