This is a song about "Apple store"

Like an apple from a tree

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

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

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

If we gonna last more, i gotta ask for more

You better be ready for whats in store

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

You question wasting money on those papers at the store