This is a song about "Windows 98"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

It's all good, finna dog that

And the windows are tinted.

Most my nouns are 98 degrees,check my history i am the1

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

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

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

Shht i've been in the game since 98, scotty pippen.

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Glass windows, with a real nice view

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