This is a song about "Alabama wind chime"

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

Late night, wind of change blows straight

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Years back you believed that the world was fair

But whatever, now that's gone but the wind ain't there,

Fuck you slinky no one asked you to chime in

I make songs about shit for attention

Meditating chime tick tock tick tock keep ticking

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Cookin up grams with arm & hammer supplyin scramblers in alabama

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

All the time with this glock of mines

Feel it your hands, the wind between the pines

Gone with the wind, cheaters and brawlers or

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor