This is a song about "Air traffic control"

No, not on top but down there

With that weed in the air

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

Stuntin' in my rarest pair

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Got a sign on my dick

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

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Open up your contacts then scroll

Just another system of control