This is a song about "Apple jucie"

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

Billy-club chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

If we make it, its the greed, fames the apple and we eve

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence