This is a song about "Wind it up"

I’m superman with the wind at his back,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

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

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

I spot the acoustic on the wind side

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Cause imma step it up, build it up

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Up but if you ignore them they just go away like a wind.

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Toss it just let the wind blow

I'll teach you how to take it slow

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you

Dont fuck wit the mack daddy or youll wind up shot, dead, and covered in poo!