This is a song about "Cruzin down the street"

Walkin' down the street like a normal person

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

40. take a trip down rap street and fall asleep in the cab,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

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

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Let me rideuntil i get free

Rolling down the street in my suv

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

Penguin waddle panties dropping down to the front street,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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