This is a song about "How much apple sucks"

My records sell, yes sir

No matter how much you suffer

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

I don't even know how much i had been laid, i forgot.

I wana know how much u really love me

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Cant stress on how much i love this stuff.

Let's have a toast for this new love

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

How much people got trough shit and are still all able

Dont care about how much monopoly money u stash

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

As a kid, i can tell you how much i felt disrespect,

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Damn i forgot how much money he got

We dig the plot and never bury pot