This is a song about "The big apple"

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

I got a dollar and a dream

My name on the big screen

He was the next big thing

Or the chick leaving

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb