This is a song about "The golden apple"

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

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

Smoke the trees like forest fires, they provide a golden fleece,

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Heard this for certain, but i'm working in curtains like surgical surgeons that do lose

That's the message injected into the fruit they bite into, it's in their apple juice

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

But five years from now i bet she see

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

And get on down with this thc vision

Shining like the golden sun

The golden roman, an omen caused erosion

Um, life is a water park, could be fun