This is a song about "Flaming apple"

But they added fuel to the fire waiting for the flaming/

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

I think about effects of human nature and its flaming wrath,

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Try to spit flaming verses hotter than the ones i quickly jot,

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

That's the message injected into the fruit they bite into, it's in their apple juice

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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