This is a song about "Shooting the breeze"

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

Cause there could never be peace

Have a crib, feel the breeze

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

I'm shooting at the bullshit,

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Watch me rock the house with a breeze

I'm screamin' out fuck the police