This is a song about "Tortoise chasing an apple"

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

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

I'm activated by the moves your making

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

In aberdeen chasing dreams

I'm why baby mamas leave

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

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Cardiac arrest, respiration, you'll be oxygen chasing

I'll punch you in the throat and leave you choking on your adam's apple.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will