This is a song about "Apple sauce"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali

I delete they history

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

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

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

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

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

And slid back north of course to pen more