This is a song about "Shooting the breeze"

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

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

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

What up girl, tell me how you been