This is a song about "Breeze"

You hear that swoosh? my raps flow like a breeze.

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Now sit at ease and just shoot the breeze

Like being garbage some type of disease

Got tired of running from the police

Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.

Got her going down, no teeth

Flowing simply, as a calm breeze

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

The strange fruit, crops growin', blowin' in the breeze,

Watch me rock the house with a breeze

And i know - there'll never be peace