This is a song about "The golden apple"

The golden age of classic era old school hip hop,

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Like the man in black but the voice stays golden

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

I got the mind of a serial killer, i killed glitter and apple fritter, big sean,

And we still high assed outscreamin' 'thug till i die'before i passed outbut now that your gone

Smoke the trees like forest fires, they provide a golden fleece,

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Need every color rari, and the apple for the safari