This is a song about "Fresh apple"

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

Like an apple from a tree

I'd done stacked many

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I don't fear death

That bitch fresh at rich flesh