This is a song about "Cruising 95"

Choosing superbly, cruising and ruling curiously

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

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

The door crack, niggas all black

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Abusing and cruising my rues to myself/

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Whilst i'm bruising, cruising,

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

That day in '95 i had you niggas snooping

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd