This is a song about "Chasing wind like"

These niggas chasing like jason, but i'll stay chopping steady.

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

Then came the news like a cold wind blowin' off the heat

My conscious only knew whats half tight

I spot the acoustic on the wind side

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see