This is a song about "See me cruisin"

Keep looking down at me, maybe you'll see

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Haters wanna bring me down see me drown

Join me in this trip and you'll see

It's no longer a new jack city

You can't hardly see me

But i think i like that, just maybe

Cruisin around with four flats all the way to fon du lac,

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

But follow me if you see

And when ya lookin may see me

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose