This is a song about "Crusing down street in my 64"

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

I'm in that a, i'm on my street

Battlefront abingdon street breaking down their doors

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Walking down a street saw a hot chick

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

While i’m walking down the street

Last of a dying breed

But now invisible cells around your brain

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

You see 'em down a couple blocks lockin' the street,

I keep my money neat

Now we all in the street