This is a song about "The summer breeze"

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

Top down feeling the breeze, no drew

Watch me rock the house with a breeze

You gotta breathe and be at ease

2014 summer coldest, im the last survivin thats still potent

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

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

Have a crib, feel the breeze

But in the meantime it's lights please

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

And non-nigga friends got it with him

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

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