This is a song about "Windows"

Im shinin too hard on these hatas roll up yo windows

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Green windows looking like they're made of stained glass, gothic

And word i blew off herb i grew

Glass windows, with a real nice view

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

Lookin out the plane windows

I gotta teach hoes

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

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

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice

To clear my head i'm feelin low, losin control

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul