This is a song about "Windows"

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

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

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

His blood chilling windows start drilling into my soul

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

Lookin out the plane windows

No, no, we are not those

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

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

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

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

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

California house in the hills, big windows no blinds

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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