This is a song about "Windows linux apple"

But we should be body to body

Like an apple from a tree

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Keep your doors locked and your windows shut

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

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

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Had looked through the windows!