This is a song about "Chasing wind like"

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

I feel my mind racing, cause i know that im chasing

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Boy im out here chasing money

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Now im dreaming chasing

Where the thing is amazing

My time with this bullshit i'm chasing

I know the road i'm taking

Purposely chasing us

I'm breathing for a purpose

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes