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

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

Got my j's on my feet as i'm walking down the street

I’m way harder than the concrete

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

To watch it chase the kids down the street,

Now it'll cost you 30 racks to get a verse cheap

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Walking down the street and witnessed an explosion

Walking down the street i got jays on my feet nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Drugs hidden in my shorts, fill the street corners with kids