This is a song about "Cooking apple"

That's the message injected into the fruit they bite into, it's in their apple juice

I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,

I'm cooking a plate for you to stick your whole face in!

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

And smoke it while you're cooking meth, it flows with ease,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

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

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

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Make you wanna hurl? me and you lets let our love unfurl, pulse is cooking

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

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce