This is a song about "Cruising down the road in my car"

To open my jar hoppin out of the car blunt in

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

Floor it down the road to your mind

The revolution has arrived

Of it, but it truly leads ‘em down the wrong road,

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Take ya ass down the yellow brink road motherfucker

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

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