This is a song about "Cool breeze"

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Dead can't breath wishing to feel a breeze

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool

Y'all truancy, i'm high school

That high school sounded cool

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Foul breeze night,he posses clear sights

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Flowing simply, as a calm breeze

That's the sound of my tool

I know you think you cool