This is a song about "Atlanta traffic"

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

That white trash traffic and gridlock, shit happened like a six blocks

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Broke bitch the only time you see a green is at traffic how you gonna glow,

The clearly vivid murals in atlanta with depictions,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

Are fine, so many guns being smuggled in traffic jams,

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Shit's a traffic jam, and we bomb pakistan with gats in hand,

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

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