This is a song about "Windows phone"

Smoke one stack straight to my dome

And don't you bring your camera phone

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

I make songs about shit for attention

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Calling bitches up on my cellular phone,