This is a song about "Apple biscuits"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Augh, i'm the hottest nigga, all i do is turn up, bitch

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy

But till then i'll be waiting under the apple tree

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

And there's little to be glad for

Like an apple from a tree

That's why i'm makin' money

If we make it, its the greed, fames the apple and we eve

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

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