This is a song about "Apple butter"

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

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Like an apple from a tree

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

One way or another it's to the gutter unless you stay stacking the butter