This is a song about "Summer breeze"

Got tired of running from the police

Watch me rock the house with a breeze

I left for one summer,

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Dead can't breath wishing to feel a breeze

Like being garbage some type of disease

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Breeze blowin, takin my worries away.

And i can't even look the other way

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

The strange fruit, crops growin', blowin' in the breeze,

You can't even make a breeze

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice