This is a song about "To breezy"

But it was africa the continent we all came from

Killing people to get to yourself to heaven?

To get to hold your hand

And i ain't trying to land

Man boys call me breezy, hoes call me venom

Well baby bot there ain't no question

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

Black tear compliment my black lips in the lamborghini

I am going to have to learn how to keep my temper

If u believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

There soul to satan to make millions whats it to

May not change the world

Smoke to much weed to burnt,