This is a song about "Name of the wind"

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

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

Gone with the wind, cheaters and brawlers or

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

You couldn't even name three kings at the top of ya brain,

With one gentle blow of wind from your mouth

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

In the name of allah the beneficent, the merciful

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

I'm gonna lose my mind just from the sound of your name.

Now them broads gon' follow

Toss it just let the wind blow

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent