This is a song about "Apple inc"

I cant forget mr moosey moose, last birthday he bought some used nike shoes,

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

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

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

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Like an apple from a tree

The good kid from the ugly city

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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