This is a song about "Heavy traffic frustration"

But their frustration shouldn’t make their lives in danger,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

It was pretty windy , heavy rain

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Forget your dictionary - my diction's very heavy

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

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Under my skin scratchin bugs, pride heavy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see