This is a song about "Apple"

Knowing you can no longer party

Like an apple from a tree

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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

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

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,