This is a song about "Apple and steve jobs"

You sell yourself for better jobs

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Like an apple from a tree

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

I learnt much from the way i was taught, so i'm grindin' at uni and im slavin' at jobs

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

And every day my mama drifts jobs like she's sleep-walking,

Working these menial jobs for this simple minimum wage,

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

I own multiple chains, outsource jobs, and ship 'em overseas,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You sell yourself for better jobs