This is a song about "Windows vista"

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

Lookin out the plane windows

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

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

Embrace my words make the world changeand still i smile nigga

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

Glass windows, with a real nice view

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you