This is a song about "Lil breeze"

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

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

You can't even make a breeze

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

My name is lil tommy

Police chase on the news breeze through this race perused

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Now sit at ease and just shoot the breeze

Got tired of running from the police

Watch me rock the house with a breeze

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

It's a breeze forever minus a hundred degrees