This is a song about "Breeze mode"

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

The realizations of a brain in panic mode

Dead can't breath wishing to feel a breeze

You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Cause there could never be peace

And blow tree's like an ocean breeze

Snap necks with ease cool as a breeze

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

Well..now imma go into the fight back mode

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago