This is a song about "Lil wally cruising down the street in my barina"

When they see me out in the street

The revolution will proceed

Whipping and cruising abusing the curve,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

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

Penguin waddle panties dropping down to the front street,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

I heard your heartbeat, when you fell down on the street.

I'll own your ass up and down the street

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

I'm cruising the dime, trying to get back to my pad in time

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine