This is a song about "Wind turbine"

Life is blowin' in the wind, words of a clever poet,

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

The cold wind blows to my skin it felt chilly

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

If doing it is wrong, i don’t wanna be right

I spot the acoustic on the wind side

Your scent flowing in the wind

For that paper, i'mma grind

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Feel it your hands, the wind between the pines

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Where only the wind fucken blows