This is a song about "Windows xp"

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

The windows rolling down the boulevard. want something outta me but i don't do

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

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

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

Following the king of diamonds, bitch you went ape shit

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

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

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

Glass windows, with a real nice view

Silent momentman, i been missing you