This is a song about "Windows 8"

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

You dig it, this shit ain't for beginners

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Lookin out the plane windows

I gotta teach hoes

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

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

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes