This is a song about "Breeze"

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Ima let her be by herself in peace

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

You can't even make a breeze

Got her going down, no teeth

God flow, got that winter breeze, like chicago

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Flowing simply, as a calm breeze

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese