This is a song about "Anal wind"

Life is blowin' in the wind, words of a clever poet,

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Up but if you ignore them they just go away like a wind.

Photogenic, windows tinted, what type of car the ferrari kind

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Blowing away with the wind, what does it end, this chase,

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

How about some anal beads girls voice " oooo you nasty"