This is a song about "Wind waker"

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Wind up and been bind to where society assigned/

With one gentle blow of wind from your mouth

My garage full of cars that bounce

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

The cold wind blows to my skin it felt chilly

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

But whatever, now that's gone but the wind ain't there,

40 bullets straight at ya wind pipe

Can't wait 'til a cop ain't actin' right

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

I spot the acoustic on the wind side

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Like when wind blows through singing chimes.

Got a flock full of dimes