This is a song about "Windows 8"

She self made, i'm self made

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Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Had looked through the windows!

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

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

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

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

In a collision, i see their ambition

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

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