This is a song about "Voices of the wind"

The point of this song is pointless, voices are gone, but their echo's my rhythm

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

I wish the voices would stop and stop

And i don't make no bed rock

I’m superman with the wind at his back,

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

And the voices of my ma,will ever crown me,

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

I spot the acoustic on the wind side

Killa never let the drama slide

Based off the voices of a poisoned grenade

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Gone with the wind, cheaters and brawlers or

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for