This is a song about "Windows"

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

And the windows are tinted.

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Framed stain-glass windows with white widows closing in/

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

We will never die, we are forever alive

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Maybe you should bolt the windows and check under the stairs

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

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

She shot out his windows that cost him 3 figures

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes