"And the cars and the clothes from the stars that you know/
Got you runnin out, gettin credit cards you can blow/
That's marketing bro, you a target fo sho/
You at Target right now, cart full of clothes/"
Apathy just dropped his "Connecticut Casual" album, and I got the chance to check a few tracks. This one's different from anything I've ever heard from Ap, and overall it's a really dope song. Some shit to think about in this one. Check it.