This is a song about "Shit holla cruising iller"

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often.

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Abusing and cruising my rues to myself/

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Low i lost control went off the road when i was cruising

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

No one, no one is iller than me.

My slight fo's just talk dirty

No one, no one is iller than me.

Choosing superbly, cruising and ruling curiously

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see