This is a song about "Apple"

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Like an apple from a tree

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

I'll punch you in the throat and leave you choking on your adam's apple.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

I got sexy ladies all over the floor

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,