This is a song about "Air traffic control"

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

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

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

No more traffic you can go any way you want

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

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Everyday we live and breathe the air

I'm running out of air

Woah there, woah there

Where i could be in control,

Bad bitches onlybig bank roll

Purify that woman soul

He thinks that he can control

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

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