This is a song about "Catch me in traffic"

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

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Now fck with dis rhyme pace,well u can never catch me in dis race!,

Hands in the hole catch me biting like im rabbit,

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

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

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Catch me riding solo

Bad bitches never loved them though

If its not couture, i will not go to her

You couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer,

Catch me out in barcelona, reading chomsky, feeling lean

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

You'll never catch me in the next man's sweater

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together