This is a song about "The summer breeze"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

In the heat of the summer,

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Police chase on the news breeze through this race perused

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

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

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

2014 summer coldest, im the last survivin thats still potent

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

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

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze