This is a song about "Having chode"

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

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Always thought having you there was comforting

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Situated in my chair having evidence presented,

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Why i can't move away

If your having a bad day

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

This verse leaves you having to read braille

This the intro just having fun

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision