This is a song about "Shooting the breeze"

Unleash the street beast into the breeze, west or east,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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

Shooting ink upon the looseleaf like a lazer

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

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

Police chase on the news breeze through this race perused

All my niggas get together to gather loot

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always