This is a song about "Dat apple do"

Wale, you must know im on my stuntin shit

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Kaiser soze, we never see him

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Through all the rain and the pain

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

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