This is a song about "Black window"

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

I see your soul threw the window pain

This is why her nigga mad

And i thought i was black

The window is sharing my place

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

Smoke all out the window

I'mma do this fast or slow

You got that indie glow

Take a shit out the car window

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

Where the black girls get their weaves back

The villian’s back and venom black

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

But its thrown out the window