This is a song about "Windows rolled down"

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

Everybody getting throwed, keep the dro rolled up

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

The windows rolling down the boulevard. want something outta me but i don't do

Front on the drug market, bodies get rolled up in a carpet

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Had looked through the windows!

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

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

She looks into his room to find he gave up so soon tears rolled down

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows