This is a song about "Apple inc"

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

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

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch

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

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

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix