This is a song about "Name of the wind"

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

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

She always comin back

What the fuck kind of name is that

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

You used to a partner in crime by the name of chuck

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

I stay cold like common, blowin' with the wind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs