This is a song about "Apple s"

If only i could go back into the 80’s

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

Before we see it's hard to live

It´s the battle of life

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Like an apple from a tree

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

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess