This is a song about "Window tint"

But another man had come to his little window shopper,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

And i saw her through the window

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

So i grip my backpack an hopped out the window

I miss you at my recent show

Enter the building through the window

Born alone, work alone, die alone

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

Meanwhile we see a window opening, stare out,

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

I feel like malcolm lookin out this gotam window/

You see the furs and pendants, austin sigoto, drop though

I'm going off the top of the brain

I see your soul threw the window pain