This is a song about "Apple sauce ass havin"

Sauce in your veins you'll get tossed in the flames/

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Like an apple from a tree

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

My city's culture to the game now in existence

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

None of that i rather go home safe and not havin mom whoop my ass,