This is a song about "Cruising"

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

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Just cruising on the beach with ya new found father,

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

And it starts cruising through blue lines

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Abusing and cruising my rues to myself/