This is a song about "Apple s"

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

Inferior, but i'm nice

It´s the battle of life

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

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