This is a song about "Balling cruising"

I'm cruising the dime, trying to get back to my pad in time

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

Keep that mouth up and you'll be cruising for a bruising

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Low i lost control went off the road when i was cruising

You need to stick to balling

Since we not even talking

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

And it starts cruising through blue lines

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Dreams of balling like spalding up until i was thirteen

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again