This is a song about "Wind"

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Blowing away with the wind, what does it end, this chase,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

At last i storm the yard tearin roofs apart as wind blows.

The cold wind blows to my skin it felt chilly

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

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

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Hope you heard that intro

Toss it just let the wind blow

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair