This is a song about "Apple pie"

If you try to give it to me at the door

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

The impact of our biggest pie bit, weakest priority,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

You gonna' get hit with something a lot worse than pie

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce