This is a song about "Gone with the wind"

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

At last i storm the yard tearin roofs apart as wind blows.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

All the time with this glock of mines

Feel it your hands, the wind between the pines

And my bank account look just like a phone card

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

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

Scatter the ashes, where the wind blows i'm daring the chase

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase