This is a song about "Window"

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Watching through a window, on the tree i sit in prone

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Looking out te window pain

Well rick james, maury jane

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Yeah i'm so mad just punched my window,

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

Lightning is striking, water hittin' on my window like ike.

Smoke all out the window

And she gives them a blow

Smash them like some window glass

Cause you're most likely to crash

The window is sharing my place

I miss the better days