This is a song about "Windows 7"

Why not me the same thing

(experimental rhyming)

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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

And the windows are tinted.

Cause we done did that

Catch you up on places i've been

Presidential election

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

'cause late in the night she'll be stoning my windows