This is a song about "Windows computers"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

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

Indo indoors with the windows closed yo, insanity trapping me tragically

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

And the windows are tinted.

But most times i'm not, i be lifted

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

You must be 99 because you know shit about computers

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's

Because its a growing job market and i like computers

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse