This is a song about "Shooting the breeze"

We avoid the truth when it's shooting at us at point blank

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

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

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

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

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Now sit at ease and just shoot the breeze

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Steal your love with ease

Blow away in the breeze

Police chase on the news breeze through this race perused

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot