This is a song about "Tortoise chasing an apple"

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Boy im out here chasing money

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

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

Now im dreaming chasing

Why not me the same thing

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

But now i regret chasing behind you

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true