This is a song about "Brad murphy"

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

With a mu'fuckin' dream, like i'm martin luther king

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

And dip the mashed potato covered

Red bottoms with the spike work

Rasta on my wall, bob marley my idol,

If they startcuz it's all about survival

Niggaz know lexxie is like a potato chip,

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

Hes rasin hell and pullin heaven to earth

I should michael jordan these rappers

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse