This is a song about "Atalanta"

It's comedy to me that you rappers constantly bother me/

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

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

What's the odds that a atheist will pray for me,

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

And now you're saying when i rap all you hear is a babble babble