This is a song about "Tortise chasing an apple"

Boy im out here chasing money

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Like an apple from a tree

To them it's just a story

I not chasing no hoe

In the club like fuck it, though

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

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Cause i got genius bars, like an apple store/

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Get off a key like i can’t sing

And catch the dream that we're all chasing/