This is a song about "Triple apple"

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

With sales of fish scales from triple beams i gleam

Sippin' lean, crack on triple beams, now i'm doin' things,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

With a honey in the middle

And double to triple

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Like an apple from a tree

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Stop lacing weed with nicotine, move crack with triple beams,

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple