This is a song about "Air traffic control"

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

No more traffic you can go any way you want

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Multiple middle fingers in the air

Everyday we live and breathe the air

And now i walk around without a care

With that weed in the air

No, not on top but down there

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

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

Open up your contacts then scroll

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

18 year sentence with no parole

Just another system of control