This is a song about "Windows 7"

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Glass windows, with a real nice view

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Blasting recovery, windows down, so your buddies dash, my buddies laugh

Positive audacity

Third ward general, young cash money

Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

(experimental rhyming)

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

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

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

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you