This is a song about "Breeze mode"

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Now sit at ease and just shoot the breeze

The realizations of a brain in panic mode

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Call me a monster wait until i go beast mode

But some toke, do a little coke, laugh have a good time, life's a joke,

Evertime i try to speak, they immediatey go into berzerk mode,

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

Emcees can just be deceased and leave it in peace, beast mode,

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Petrol clouds lurked over several crowds of people in the chilly breeze

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Step to the plate and get a taste, i'm in battle mode