This is a song about "Windows installation"

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Aye, hold your head homie, look

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights