This is a song about "Windows"

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

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

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

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

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

Lookin out the plane windows

I think that she knows

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

I got some fire and shit

And the windows are tinted.