This is a song about "Shit holla cruising iller"

Here i go again, searching for love

If i holla them contras

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

When that money calls i holla back

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Choosing superbly, cruising and ruling curiously

No one, no one is iller than me.

It's obvious i'm crazy

Cruising in the cique rollin' deep with the crew,

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

You need money holla at ya boy honey