This is a song about "Blowing in the breeze"

Back to the flashbacks blowing stacks

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

I'm blowing up rappers in the center of proximity

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

Tell them rappers snuggle up, if their gonna let the winter breeze in

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Lonely roads, the windy breeze, crackheads out cold alone,

Young k blowing up the world like the fuckin portland trailblazers.

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

You niggas need an upgrade, chilling through the breeze in window shade,

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state