This is a song about "Window cleaner"

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

I rhyme cleaner than janitors doing overtime

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

You're window shopping the shit i just bought

Screaming sparks out the window when we riding by

Nigga i'm the shit, i've doing this since knee high

Yeah i'm so mad just punched my window,

At this love thing toe to toe

Smash them like some window glass

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

And i pass out on the fuckin' window sill

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

Looking out my window i see dope motors

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters