This is a song about "Apple stores"

That's the message injected into the fruit they bite into, it's in their apple juice

I will screw it and over do it, and if ya step on my brand new shoes,

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Some go to country clubs, while others grub, drown at liquor stores,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Liquor stores with the 40's, young niggas bite metal, shit,

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

Black people get followed it stores, mindless locked in prison,

My records selling out the stores now

Will somebody please show me how