This is a song about "Sweaty apple juice"

Like an apple from a tree

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I'm hot, and ready you better be sweaty,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

But i’m praying in advance

Temtation makes you sweaty like wax

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

And maybe get you a juice

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

You ain't ready, i can tell cuz your hands sweaty/

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose