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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Spinning like my many rims through the air,

Multiple middle fingers in the air

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

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

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

He thinks that he can control

Open up your contacts then scroll

Such a comedian oncoming median traffic

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines