This is a song about "Shooting the breeze"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

You niggas need an upgrade, chilling through the breeze in window shade,

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Police chase on the news breeze through this race perused

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

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

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin