This is a song about "Windows vista"

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Highest form of affection, physical connection

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

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

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

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

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

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

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

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows