This is a song about "Apple"

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

And there's little to be glad for

But till then i'll be waiting under the apple tree

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

We're aware of these scary truths, daily we bury'em while we evade the news

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

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

It has to be the fattest apple holding on the tree

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family