This is a song about "Window cleaner"

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though

Look at that mess look out the window

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Better catch your chance before the window closes

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

I'm going off the top of the brain

Looking out te window pain

Smash them like some window glass

So chase the air hide your stash

I see your soul threw the window pain

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Creeping thru your window ever so slightly