This is a song about "Tortise chasing an apple"

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

But now i regret chasing behind you

Now im dreaming chasing

Bun b, i’m underground king

So here i am at the store for some chips

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

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.

I say "stay", she wanna leave

In aberdeen chasing dreams

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing