This is a song about "Apple jack"

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Don’t you be holding back

We kung-fu that jack black/

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

I got something you've been waiting for

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Man it’s the killer tracks

Just grab a jack, and relax