This is a song about "Windows linux apple"

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

'cause late in the night she'll be stoning my windows

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

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And get your adams apple chewed off by a golden retriever

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

And the windows are tinted.

The master of this rap shit