This is a song about "Apple sause"

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the 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

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

That's the message injected into the fruit they bite into, it's in their apple juice

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

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