This is a song about "Apple cider"

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

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

If we make it, its the greed, fames the apple and we eve