This is a song about "Windows shopper"

But another man had come to his little window shopper,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

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

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Lock your windows and doors at night, better watch out for my knife

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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