This is a song about "Cruising camry"

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Choosing superbly, cruising and ruling curiously

I could think of a couple positions for you

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

And it starts cruising through blue lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

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