This is a song about "Apple s"

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

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

Like an apple from a tree

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

They at the same spot they making no progress

If only i could go back into the 80’s

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

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