This is a song about "Windows"

And the windows are tinted.

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

Imagine them trapped in confinries,waving through windows,peeking for recovery n

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Had looked through the windows!

Jay rock got flows

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll