This is a song about "Windows"

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Lock your windows and doors at night, better watch out for my knife

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

The windows rolling down the boulevard. want something outta me but i don't do

Keep your doors locked and your windows shut

It's not making sense to you right now but

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Glass windows, with a real nice view

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

Indo indoors with the windows closed yo, insanity trapping me tragically