This is a song about "Apple s"

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

That's the message injected into the fruit they bite into, it's in their apple juice

I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

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

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

If only i could go back into the 80’s