This is a song about "Apple"

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

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

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

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