This is a song about "Apple for my pie"

But till then i'll be waiting under the apple tree

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Resorted to the former, got clowned like a pie in the face

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

That's the window into the sky

And actin like a sweety pie

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

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

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

These haters hope i hurry up and die