This is a song about "Windows xp"

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

Glass windows, with a real nice view

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

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

Keep your doors locked and your windows shut

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

Lookin out the plane windows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

With the wheels fallin off i shoot thru the windows make him crash into his mommas curtains

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

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

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/