This is a song about "Apple inc"

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

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

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

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

If you bite into an apple you gon' find me in the middle

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see