This is a song about "Apple chromebook"

But till then i'll be waiting under the apple tree

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

No it ain't easy

Like an apple from a tree

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,

That's the message injected into the fruit they bite into, it's in their apple juice