This is a song about "Apple store"

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

And im dumb enough to steal condemns from a store!

Fuck fame, i love my fans just a little more

He's being cornered, with little ammo in store

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

Like checkin' inventory you dont know what's in store

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

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

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