This is a song about "Heavy traffic frustration"

Leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

My kick game be making fifa envy

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Please understand my frustration and sympathize for a minute

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

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

The atmosphere, from the hostility made it heavy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Waiting for the shot to escape, this nonsense and frustration

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Forget your dictionary - my diction's very heavy