This is a song about "Crusin down the street"

Imagine walking down the street without a nigga beggin' for a dollar,

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street

He spit in my face 'n sprints down the street while its raining.

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

Penguin waddle panties dropping down to the front street,

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need