This is a song about "Cruising 95"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Choosing superbly, cruising and ruling curiously

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Just cruising on the beach with ya new found father,

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

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

That day in '95 i had you niggas snooping

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine