This is a song about "Windows vista"

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

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

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

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Indo indoors with the windows closed yo, insanity trapping me tragically

Imagine them trapped in confinries,waving through windows,peeking for recovery n

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

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

Fuck a club, in the whip, windows up, blow o's

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

So i'm one with that

And the windows are tinted.