This is a song about "Apple butter"

But for long time i had gone cold

Me and rap are close, like butter on toast

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

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

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

Soulja boy tell 'em did better then the regular