This is a song about "Broken arrow traffic"

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

They vaguely decipher my language

And to this day slaughterhouse, poison arrow bunch,

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

Three times cause fate had my side

And they drummin' on the hollow buckets, show ain't over 'til it's bravo

And stick a arrow in the back of the bus thats how you finish a combo

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

You saved me takin a arrow to the knee but i still stung like a little bee.

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

My dick was an arrow i fucked her so hard and she called me a wacko

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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