This is a song about "Apply"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

We apply an analgesic to all of our haters.

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

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

Apply guise and kill those bite sized

Look the mastermind, took the masters mind

Rhymes time can not apply

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

If my love keeps being so hot i'm gonna have to apply ice

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

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

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold