This is a song about "Adam s apple"

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

Adam eve, devil god

Just searching for the perfect shot

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

If only i could go back into the 80’s