This is a song about "Windows xp"

Another love song about shit

And the windows are tinted.

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

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

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

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