This is a song about "Big apple"

I'll punch you in the throat and leave you choking on your adam's apple.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

But i'm losin' all my motherfuckin' friends.. damn!they should've shot me when i was born

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

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

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

These wussies pretending to stand big

All you wanna do is get that stick

And my name too big, and my gang too big

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

If you bite into an apple you gon' find me in the middle