This is a song about "Apple butter"

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

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Your mom sucked my dick, peanut butter, jelly nigga,

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

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

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

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

You know...you know who you are

Melt this track like butter

Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free