This is a song about "Shooting the breeze"

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

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

Words shooting out the barrel faster than excalibur slashes

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

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

I'm everything that they call nice

Now sit at ease and just shoot the breeze

Sneakers wasn’t fitting and my knees needed lotion

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt