This is a song about "Apple beats studio headphones"

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

Get blown like lawn leaves

While im rapping flows on beats

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

I stroll into ya studio behavin all casually

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Headphones keeping loners in check/

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

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

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

I’m getting beats, well i’m making beats

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams