This is a song about "Dat apple do"

Baby im in the zone

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

Maybe we just need to slow

We got dat smoke and blow

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

You just tryin' to run game

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

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

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Never had a chance to try

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Tell dat bitch she fuckin wallin