This is a song about "Windows vista"

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

And the windows are tinted.

I never crack i got that chap stick