This is a song about "Sinatra"

No dark clouds, just silver linings

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

We do for the kids, we do it for our biz

I'm rolling down the window

Fucking throwed, does it show

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

Wind up and been bind to where society assigned/

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

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Kind of serving up hip hop on a silver platter.

I'm getting great with all this show biz

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes