This is a song about "Windows xp"

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

So while you worry about the hoes

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

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

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

So the devil that drove in her got in control

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

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

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