This is a song about "Windows 7"

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Double mg not to mention

Presidential election

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

Green windows looking like they're made of stained glass, gothic

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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