This is a song about "Cooking apple"

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

You cooking for angels, always a legend, rockin heaven

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

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

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Cooking up raps like this shits stew

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

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Cooking in dexters laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free