This is a song about "Offshore wind"

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Wind up and been bind to where society assigned/

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Where only the wind fucken blows

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

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Feel it your hands, the wind between the pines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

And flow as the cold wind blows, 'till they're killed off,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Up but if you ignore them they just go away like a wind.

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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