This is a song about "How much apple sucks"

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Is how much goddamn pussy you can get at your home

Fuck it, you don't even know how much i cried

Ugly girls, quiet, pretty girls ride

No matter how much good you do

And all the shit you went through

How much people got trough shit and are still all able

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I'm hoping i confess

How much i stabbed and press.

Cant stress on how much i love this stuff.

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Who knows how much i accumulated over the years

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I don’t know how much of my swag’s remain

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game