This is a song about "Young breezy"

Young lives and the garda

You made me wanna

Young money, d-town's all star

You get close but no cigar

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Learned from the game how to stack the breezy

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

I should michael jordan these rappers

The glare makes me hard to find

Young heart,with an old mind

And peace to this young warrior,

Of impactful things one can ask for

And nip these wack g's in the bud while they're still young

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done