This is a song about "Giraffes windows money"

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Lock your windows and doors at night, better watch out for my knife

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

And the windows are tinted.

Music is money, money isn't music

She's cute but her forehead's big

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll