This is a song about "Smoking out of apples"

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Keep on smoking, pour the liquor out real slow,

Out of sight, out of mind, but who in their right mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Whats the reason man, bad apples spoiled this mango plant

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

Smoking dope rappers til i die of chronic asthma

Now applaud the capo, zeke and santana

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I rose out of the darkness

They say nothings ever free

Mind out of my body

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,