This is a song about "Kid rock applesauce"

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Who dreamed to rock stages

Swaying with whatever rock my boat

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Big homie hov said i am close

Signin titties at the rock shows

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Yull need gauze handicap eating applesauce

But god is still the rock

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

Im spittin like the rock

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

I'll rap you backwards till you throw up forbidden applesauce

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Rock a nigga out his socks