This is a song about "How winds form"

Everyday a star is born

Excuses he can't ever form.

Itself in every form and shape and way,

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Number seven, rap's supposed to be a form of expression

Your man wale in his own damn lane

While illusions form a picture frame

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

But he keeps trying and failing, he winds up bailing

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

And winds up on my notepad as i re-write and refine it

A face of evil in a new form

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm