This is a song about "Atlanta traffic"

Fell onto traffic cause a 42 car pile up not a scratch at all

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Believe me i'mma be your god

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa

I murder emcees from cali to atlanta,

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines