This is a song about "Wind"

Feel it your hands, the wind between the pines

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

With a wind northwesterly whistling my destiny

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Where only the wind fucken blows

Like a line full of hoes

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

Everybody put three fingers in the air

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Scatter the ashes, where the wind blows i'm daring the chase

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

I keep the rhymes flowing like a wind mill

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

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