This is a song about "Air traffic control"

I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal

Y'all know justin, his flow on control,

All you wanna do is get that stick

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Creepin up on you fell me,cold air.

Those flashing lights seem to cause a glare

No more traffic you can go any way you want

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

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

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick