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

Bumping that 2001 shit going down the street

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

And street poets bow down when intellect fails,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

I’m way harder than the concrete

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

I'll own your ass up and 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

Sometimes i think, what i need

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Walking down the street, it's two in the morning,

Walking down a street saw a hot chick

I never crack i got that chap stick