This is a song about "Tortise chasing an apple"

And getting money is the song i sing

But i don’t know what the fuck you keep chasing

If you bite into an apple you gon' find me in the middle

I am such a renegade, but try to be professional

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I feel my mind racing, cause i know that im chasing

Like an apple from a tree

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits