This is a song about "Catalan"

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

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

You can pick the next room

No groom husband, no bloom

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

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

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

We gon make it to the bedroom, i like the guest room

Just waiting to spring, so i could make romance bloom

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

On the way there the traffic was dead lock