This is a song about "Apple chromebook"

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

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

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

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

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

Summertime in the city

Like an apple from a tree

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