This is a song about "The windy thing"

And my wish is to have everything

But you wake up to the same thing

But what you deny is that i am the true thing

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

/ the only thing i murder beats,

And she throws up whatever she eats

And she would do anything for everything

The only battle i lost since jumped back on this thing

Saying i can't rap's like saying chi town isn't windy

So when you come around here don't be acting silly

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Great and quite possibly may be the next best thing

Im jokin but evoking emotions, exploding the whole thing

If we ain't fucking for the moment then we doin' nothing

Catch feelings of a pussy, thats rarely homey

Thing popping like a thing of wine. i meant the only