This is a song about "Apple store"

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

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

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

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

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

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

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

I store archives, bigger then landslides.

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I've got more rhymes off the chain than an independent store,