This is a song about "Dat apple do"

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

And all women who had light features, see

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

I see a tree, i got a rope. might just do suicide (fuck dat)

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Little latasha sho' grown

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature