This is a song about "Shooting the breeze"

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Tell them rappers snuggle up, if their gonna let the winter breeze in

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

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

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Top down feeling the breeze, no drew

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Now sit at ease and just shoot the breeze

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

It's nothin' to me, nothin' to me, nothin' to me but smoke on the breeze

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

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

Like being garbage some type of disease

Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.