This is a song about "Flaming apple"

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

When will i diebe assured nigga word borncause now it's on you can only survive if you be strong

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

I'd rather stick my fricking dick inside a flaming fan/

I seems i lost my little homie he's a changed man

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Like an apple from a tree

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

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

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