This is a song about "Apple beats studio headphones"

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

We turnt up in the studio late night

I'm messing bitches with chuck, but i was wearing some foams

Simply fucking hate everything, blare this shit in headphones,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

And kids who feel like outcast just sit with blaring headphones,

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

For making me have a reason to put headphones in.

Dont fall asleep on our beats

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Everybody watching while you touching real money

I stroll into ya studio behavin all casually