This is a song about "To breezy"

But know i'm breezing through writers block even though it isn't breezy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Man boys call me breezy, hoes call me venom

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Reluctant to, to give a shit

Now it's time to eat

To beat or not to beat/

Pray to god to bless you

Why we gotta argue

To convince you to buy

I'm the other guy

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

You got nothing to live for, nothing to look forward to.

You good man, we don't want you

To try and violate me to.