This is a song about "Apple bottom jeans"

Once they reach rock bottom

Straight lane kiffen them

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

And imma do it till the bottom

Top ranked, number one my son

B least yow had freedom at the bottom

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Cant you see the true religion jeans

My garage full of cars that bounce

Jeans sagging down, magazines, milli rounds,

But then again got her period blood all up on my jeans

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

My slight fo's just talk dirty

Like an apple from a tree