This is a song about "The summer breeze"

10 chains i done copped em for the summer

That would be cool, if she was your lover

Now sit at ease and just shoot the breeze

And all my childhood memories

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

The music, acoustic smelling the breeze of sea salt

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

You can disown him or stone him

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

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

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