This is a song about "Apple sauce ass havin babies"

Your rhymes are developed as aborted babies

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

After this battle you'll be havin to retire

You never tire, might as well as inspire

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

I keep the competition crying just like they babies,

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

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

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Chicken nugget biscuit in a bbq sauce