This is a song about "Cruising 95"

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

Whipping and cruising abusing the curve,

Just cruising on the beach with ya new found father,

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Abusing and cruising my rues to myself/

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Choosing superbly, cruising and ruling curiously