This is a song about "Windows rolled down"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Fuck that here is a blunt its already rolled/

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Stephen hawking all rolled in to one brain, can it be?

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

We love for a while then a light goes

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

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

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

Glass windows, with a real nice view

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

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

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

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Passing kush in the studio, rolled up backwoods

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours