This is a song about "Cruising"

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

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

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

And it starts cruising through blue lines

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Whipping and cruising abusing the curve,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Choosing superbly, cruising and ruling curiously

Abusing and cruising my rues to myself/

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

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

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

Whether teddy or pat

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane