This is a song about "Wind ranger"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Where only the wind fucken blows

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Straight to my lane nevermind a waiterlike lone ranger

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

I’m superman with the wind at his back,

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Give me dome, then let me skate

Late night, wind of change blows straight

The wind is blowing, i keep going through the ups and downs

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

" please! noxious i dont wanna be stepped on by the ranger"

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later