This is a song about "Tortise chasing an apple"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Now im dreaming chasing

I'm doing the same thing

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

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