This is a song about "Rotten apple"

Shoutin and poutin, becomin rotten, your swing plane's forgotten

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Before i start to rest, i'll eat on rotten pests

Surviving the struggle, as i'm maintaining in the rotten jungle//

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Of rotten mold inside your noggins cottage home

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Your shot is rotten, now we rised up, ain't stopped the plottin',

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Your rhymes stink, like rotten bananas in a trash can,

Try to protect the neck, i ? from ya boo thang

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Waitin' in the fields to pick the cotton, sick and rotten nations,