This is a song about "Apple laptop"

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

So i go home and play, on my laptop,

So dope i've got the apocalypse on my laptop

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Me and you just need to talk a bit

I got a laptop in my back pocket

But my fuckin laptop about to run out of power,

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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

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

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

They burn on every block

1:25 and i'm rapping on my laptop/