This is a song about "Cruisin"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Cruisin around with four flats all the way to fon du lac,

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

He's cruisin' like bruce wayne as a youth to prove his mixes,

Ride slow around town, cruisin, buyin property

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth