This is a song about "Alabama wind chime"

Ain't no women at the shows

Where only the wind fucken blows

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Reincarnated bitch even worse than before

Gone with the wind, cheaters and brawlers or

But if you ain't got the dance they revoke your spinning

Meditating chime tick tock tick tock keep ticking

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Fuck you slinky no one asked you to chime in

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Feel it your hands, the wind between the pines

I wish i could have 25 wives

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.