This is a song about "Cruzin down the street"

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

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

I'll own your ass up and down the street

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Down the street to the car,

She is far bizarre

As i lay down on the street,begging for help

The only difference is it comes back, full effect

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Walking down the street and witnessed an explosion

Wen i walk down ya street

I keep my money neat