This is a song about "Through the window"

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

Climb through ya window i bet i touch ya.

Look through my rear window and get back to me mate

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

I see your soul threw the window pain

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

And i pass out on the fuckin' window sill

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Ditto, pay attention to that loner kid looking out the window

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

Crack a window open so-we-don't smoke out the place,

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Screaming sparks out the window when we riding by