This is a song about "Apple tv"

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Those late night tv shows

Like an apple from a tree

But make sure if they do see

Spot tv ona late night

Halfback toss to right

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

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

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

When you probably live with your mom, and can't pay for tv

Black tear compliment my black lips in the lamborghini