This is a song about "Cruising"

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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

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

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

I'm talking ambition, i could spell it for you

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

Just cruising on the beach with ya new found father,

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Whipping and cruising abusing the curve,

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

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

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Abusing and cruising my rues to myself/