This is a song about "Tortise chasing an apple"

Boy im out here chasing money

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

1000 dollar jeans flow

I not chasing no hoe

Now im dreaming chasing

I was born to do the damn thing

My time with this bullshit i'm chasing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

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

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal