This is a song about "The summer breeze"

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

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

These other niggas is lyin, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

The temp of your blood will rise, hotter than the summer time.

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

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

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

The only time i flirt with her

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

Watch me rock the house with a breeze

Inferior, but i'm nice