This is a song about "To the window to the wal"

And i pass out on the fuckin' window sill

I used to be the most humble until

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

Look through my rear window and get back to me mate

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I looked out the window to see the usual scene.

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

Funeral, check my phone, reacting like its new to you

To the point that at 2 a.m. i would sneak in the window just to

Enter the building through the window

I'mma do this fast or slow

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Hangin out the window, i might get the blast

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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