This is a song about "Cruising 95"

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

I'm about to snap

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

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Better yet they work my every nerve

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

And it starts cruising through blue lines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Just cruising on the beach with ya new found father,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Whipping and cruising abusing the curve,

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

That day in '95 i had you niggas snooping