This is a song about "The windo"

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

Black fours red drop head doors

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

You gotta breathe and be at ease

As the tao converted the thief

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air