This is a song about "Apple sucks"

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

After i axed the guy who asked why my rappin' sucks.

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

A military mind mean money

Like an apple from a tree

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

With a succubus who don't bust, she simply sucks,

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back