This is a song about "Molasses"

Crack your skull ,coconut

We're young and we don't give a fuck

No wonder why when times get hard

Or just a fat ass lard

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Break bread hold the flour eat my breakfast but never toast to cowards,

Like if i was to peel back your skin like a orange peel,

Okay i think its time we make moves, no clothes required here

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

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

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad