This is a song about "Apply"

Chronicles of earning, get a job, do work. apply.. or register..

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

And ask the person next to me to apply a chokehold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Apply guise and kill those bite sized

A million nasty things went through my mind

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

That this shit i apply, proves that rap's demand is high/

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'm losing supply up on high that no lie and i'ma bout to apply for my old guy

I'm the other guy

Rhymes time can not apply

We apply an analgesic to all of our haters.

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse