This is a song about "Apple sause"

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

If you bite into an apple you gon' find me in the middle

If we make it, its the greed, fames the apple and we eve

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever