This is a song about "The golden apple"

If we make it, its the greed, fames the apple and we eve

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

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

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

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

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Ima go on this rapping quest and find the fucking golden chest

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Did the model, took a flight to the golden state

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,