This is a song about "Apple sauce"

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

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

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I'll punch you in the throat and leave you choking on your adam's apple.

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Alcohol and booty calls

Spreading that gospel sauce!

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

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

Man while you hungry i am eating steak with tabasco sauce