This is a song about "Cruising like a b"

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

You, you, you have to pay for that

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

Hello b, why avoid her like she reeks in leprosy

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Whipping and cruising abusing the curve,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Making it hard trying ta figure who's out ta trap me, pataki, got all

*cough cough*, that girl is a ball i toss her around like im playing b ball

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

A rational b j given by your raps

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance