This is a song about "Apple sauce"

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Gonna stuff sauce lotions down your throat

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Everybody seems to misread every sentence