This is a song about "Windows linux apple"

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

Sent to earth to poke catholics in the ass with saws

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the feature

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Ego complex you guys have, you on linux?

So i can understand police victims

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