This is a song about "Heavy traffic frustration"

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Simply out of this world by choice

Bumping heavy d and the boys

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Through my frustration, exasperation,

Waiting for the shot to escape, this nonsense and frustration

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Frustration drained of determination, voices deterring imagination

Sedated from testin different medicine i've invested in

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Forget your dictionary - my diction's very heavy

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

But there's nothing else inside