This is a song about "Windows me"

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Hugging me, holding me, carrying me, openly not concealing me.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

And the windows are tinted.

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Keep your doors locked and your windows shut

It's late and you stuck in my basement

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

What them tippers don't see

Come near me (come near me)