This is a song about "French fries and apple pie"

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

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

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

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

That's the window into the sky

And actin like a sweety pie

I'll punch you in the throat and leave you choking on your adam's apple.

I’m an animal my video on discovery channel

I said that imma ball with my motherfucking hittas, most likely imma die with

I kill more than the french revolution witch was like off with his head and his and his and his

She's flawless like some uncut ice

And dont forget the fries