This is a song about "Wind it up"

And you're, approaching me right

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

While i'm bangin my head on this door, i wind up with 4 more,

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Our everything, you devoured it up.

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

I spot the acoustic on the wind side

Your weak so give it up, while i live it up

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

Your scent flowing in the wind

Money back on my mind