This is a song about "Air traffic control"

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

I'm running out of air

Like they not gon' stare

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Purify that woman soul

I always stay in control

Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram

I'll throw you in a trashcan, dump it in a traffic jam,

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

And if i want to go outside