This is a song about "Shooting the breeze"

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Watch me rock the house with a breeze

Slowly my ritalin is kickin' in and jesus left hand

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

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

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Like me, when i'm shooting for the stars/

You pull up in parking lots

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

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

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

Takes one to the back, gets up but their shooting more!

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation