This is a song about "The windo"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Endless the days, forever the nights,

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

From the gutter to the roof

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Here they keep a rachet close

The more battles the better the flows