This is a song about "Air traffic control"

I'm driving head on into traffic hoping for a head on collision

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Man, your band is never flexible, like cars in traffic,

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

You appear as if you care

I'm running out of air

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

And never should you tear

With that weed in the air

18 year sentence with no parole

Just a new system of control.