This is a song about "Apple sauce"

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

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

Here, take a cab, thanks a lot for the cockshe's gone, and i'm thinkin that my game's so strong

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours