This is a song about "Apple jack"

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

A nigga pull the thing on ya'll, ya'll stain ya'll draws

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

"im not saying jack shit"

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Next time dont panic when your raped by samurai jack

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops