This is a song about "Danish pastry"

I think i'll take her home and smoke some pot

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

Let me rideuntil i get free

School just finished it's time to party

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Serving disses like dishes pie yah im bout lay crust,

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

For a little pot/ they got me a pot to piss in

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

So i went out to party