This is a song about "Windows xp"

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

My mates calling me gifted

And the windows are tinted.

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Lookin out the plane windows

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

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

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

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

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