This is a song about "Apple mac"

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Little man's disease got you feeling like you're little mac,

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

But who gives a fuck you here tonight

Like hes trying to be mac right

Play this back or smoke your crack can't fuck with mac...

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back