This is a song about "Windows 7"

Lookin out the plane windows

Every night i stroke hoes

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

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

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

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

She all on my skin

Presidential election

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

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