This is a song about "Apple mac"

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

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

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