This is a song about "Apple biscuits"

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

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

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

That's the message injected into the fruit they bite into, it's in their apple juice

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

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

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

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

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Flooding flushes, poker chocolate chips, the biscuits soggy