This is a song about "Windows phone"

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Green windows looking like they're made of stained glass, gothic

Put my number in your phone

So don't follow me home

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

They all see my life from a childish position

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

I miss hearing your voice over the phone

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Gotta handle your own

A lotta hoes in my phone

That's when you know you doing shit

And the windows are tinted.

Playin with fire is a danger zone

And don't you bring your camera phone