This is a song about "Butt checks and apple sauxe"

The deadliest set of mcs wrecking necks and getting checks with several numbers"

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

I'm constantly providing for my fam and i'm earning checks,

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

Put that pussy on a petiole and her butt on trial,

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal