This is a song about "Cailfronia breeze"

Foul breeze night,he posses clear sights

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Got tired of running from the police

Now sit at ease and just shoot the breeze

The truth, now it's told, cold 'till in the morning breeze,

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

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

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Police chase on the news breeze through this race perused

Consisting of all existing emcees, its a breeze, breathe slow

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

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

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

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

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice