This is a song about "Windows computers"

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

Like a line full of hoes

Lookin out the plane windows

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Now i'm diluted beyond the realm of computers,

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

Imagine them trapped in confinries,waving through windows,peeking for recovery n

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

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