This is a song about "Apple martini"

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

If you bite into an apple you gon' find me in the middle

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

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

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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.

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

I don’t need no interruption when i’m making you moanearly morn, wake up, then you yawn