This is a song about "Apple butter"

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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

I put that battery in backs ho small wonder

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

Minutes slipping like butter, time turning the wheel

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

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

I smoke butter the same color as jalen rose

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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