This is a song about "Apple butter"

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

I wanna be the center piece of my entire culture

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

Couple years later they had my brother

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

Candy niggaz re-see's we see ur peanut butter

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

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

Like an apple from a tree

I’m tryna be low key