This is a song about "A for apple"

Are done for a purpose,

A lovely outer surface

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

That's why i'm makin' money

Like an apple from a tree

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

49. for a reason for treason,

So the ones eye has freak don't run

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

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