This is a song about "Apple s"

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

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

Let me rideuntil i get free

Like an apple from a tree

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

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

It´s the battle of life

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

My g"s have been handcuffed,