This is a song about "Windows xp"

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

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

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Glass windows, with a real nice view

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

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Live from the lamont's rose

Had looked through the windows!

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive