This is a song about "Dat apple do"

Allah, not even dat

Snapple fact: you rather wack

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

To fix dat shit, itll be our secret

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

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

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked