This is a song about "Apply"

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

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Try hard to apply art to their endeavors

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

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

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Thuggin' till the day i die

Rhymes time can not apply

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

That you'll never acquire, you're chickens, apply logic

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply