This is a song about "Apple stores"

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

I moved here, work at grocery stores, there are factories,

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

And pawn shops and thrift stores and food lion, nail it hard,

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

He would probably come in stores like "i invented existence

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

At stores they feed into me gettin all sweaty and nervous