This is a song about "Tortise chasing an apple"

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Into the temptations/ these voices and faces keep #chasing,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

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

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

I not chasing no hoe

Who real bitches check me out though

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I'll punch you in the throat and leave you choking on your adam's apple.

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

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

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Purposely chasing us