This is a song about "Window cleaner"

I gonna take it really nice and slow

Watching ya kids through their window

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

I rhyme cleaner than janitors doing overtime

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

The window is sharing my place

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Dream weaver smoking that white widow out my bedroom window

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Looking out my window i see dope motors

Looking out te window pain

Your man wale in his own damn lane

And spike the soup with toilet cleaner

Good love then i can do that for her

Like a male version of lauryn hill

And i pass out on the fuckin' window sill