This is a song about "Air traffic control"

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Brought the sword as a mind control

Women at my pole

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Just another system of control

Open up your contacts then scroll

I always stay in control

This shit has got my soul

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

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