This is a song about "Windows rolled down"

Every night i stroke hoes

Had looked through the windows!

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

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

Keep your doors locked and your windows shut

On they car note to go to the club

My eyes do be low, two be rolled

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Sasha's daddy just rolled up another fatty

Fuck that here is a blunt its already rolled/

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Aces stolen, how i'd be rolling, hole in heart, rolled too hard.