This is a song about "Windows computers"

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

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

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

And the windows are tinted.

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Glass windows, with a real nice view

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Now i'm diluted beyond the realm of computers,