This is a song about "Apples and oranges"

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Apples, been dapper, burning double end candles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

I’m a hustla, baby

Living young and wild and free

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

They laugh and scream and leap

I pray the lord my guns to keep

I don't know defeat

And kill yourself and your clique