This is a song about "Apple jack"

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I'm about to snap

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss