This is a song about "Name of the wind"

Where only the wind fucken blows

Got shows on top of shows

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

I’m superman with the wind at his back,

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

With one gentle blow of wind from your mouth

What the fuck kind of name is that

Naked woman rub my back

Together all the timethought it was true love

Even tho shes got the name of a goddess

Blame the name, fame, brace for grace, stay away of this face.

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Money back on my mind

Your scent flowing in the wind