This is a song about "Cruzing down the street in my 64"

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Bumping that 2001 shit going down the street

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

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

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

I’m way harder than the concrete

Chasin dreams to b platinum in the street

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Than i pop a pill and swallow that shit with an almond joy

Got my shades on, i walk down the street and yes i'm a pretty boy

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

From the back seat, back seat

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

Hopin' that my niggas see

Rolling down the street in my suv