This is a song about "Black window"

While i freakin' spit black

Goddamn, the boy's back

Smoke all out the window

Down just so we can grow

Better catch your chance before the window closes

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

May just gon' bring hobo back

And i thought i was black

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

I feel like malcolm lookin out this gotam window/

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

I see your soul threw the window pain

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw