This is a song about "Tortoise chasing an apple"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

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

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Now im dreaming chasing

I know the road i'm taking

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

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Chasing after dough i'm the big fucking buck