This is a song about "Air traffic control"

Multiple middle fingers in the air

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Season opener, finna be there

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

He thinks that he can control

Purify that woman soul

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

Brought the sword as a mind control

This shit has got my soul