This is a song about "Apple chromebook"

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Snap her adam's apple, have a laugh, and toss her off a bridge

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'll punch you in the throat and leave you choking on your adam's apple.

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

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

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby

Like an apple from a tree

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

If we make it, its the greed, fames the apple and we eve