Apple pie

counting them hunnids I'm counting them racks, out in the front yard I fuck from the back, down on ya luck if some fuck boy gon match, Apple pie loved but now I'm strucken with bags, that's how I run it I'm running so fast, jackboy come up and I'm up with the cash, last time we fucked I was fucked up on grass but now imma run this like nothing I have, chastised with bars and ya dug in the grass,