This is a song about "Wind it up"

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Get the lighter, light it up

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Leave you bruised and bloody then you wind up in the gutter

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Drinkin whiskey throw it up

Our everything, you devoured it up.

It's not making sense to you right now but

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Flame it up, hear my flow, i changed it up

The cold wind blows to my skin it felt chilly

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

I know your man ain't lovin you right

I spot the acoustic on the wind side