This is a song about "Apple inc"

Stained like inc not pencil, hit me hard in the temple, different it was sentimental,

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

I was wondering maybe

Like an apple from a tree