This is a song about "Apple inc"

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

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

I wish i would start to fly, but i'm just forced to sigh as my life continues,

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

You aint got permission to dodge this collusion, beat you again call it a special

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

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

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali

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

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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