This is a song about "Rock n wind"

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

Shotgun in the drop made a right

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

Gone with the wind, cheaters and brawlers or

Who listens to rock n roll,who raps and lives in the ghetto

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

With the hammer and a rock

Fuck that job been around that block