This is a song about "Windows 8"

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

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

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

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

Have you ever felt like, you finally got life

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Dressed like a nigga had 8 proms

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Honorable entertainment/