This is a song about "Windows 98"

And the windows are tinted.

Or let the mob handle that

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

I'm no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

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

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

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

Now its 98 on ur pussy mate!,fck ya 2 shots i just shot u 2 hate!,

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

You a lady boss, now you fly free

'98 i was born and raised partially,