This is a song about "Apple"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

If you bite into an apple you gon' find me in the middle

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her