This is a song about "Apple pie"

Her redder header over a pie, bald

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Bitch screaming i want this cream-pie tease,

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

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

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Like an apple from a tree

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

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

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

As i ingest her tender little pie whole

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Far from an overnight achiever, cole is like the leader