This is a song about "Creepypasta sally"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

This time undefeated by the sea.

Plottin' don’t even worry

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

Stepsister that blister to kilo kesh and willow

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

I'm beginnin' to feel like a rap god, rap god

The things you crave are no longer escapes

These french pancakes give me the crepes