This is a song about "Crusing in my chevy"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup

That's what they'll say

In my cabriolet

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

"my flows can be employed in my lines

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Smokin heavy like a chevy till i'm level with the moon

In my mind cant interpret my conscience,

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot