This is a song about "Windows xp"

Ten more depending on where wale going

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

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

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

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

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

You can try to rewind time, but in your hearts and your minds

Lock your windows and doors at night, better watch out for my knife

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Indo indoors with the windows closed yo, insanity trapping me tragically