This is a song about "Heavy traffic frustration"

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

Forget your dictionary - my diction's very heavy

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

Frustration drained of determination, voices deterring imagination

My stainless release stress and frustration through a niggas chest

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

No more traffic you can go any way you want

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

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

Lost in cigarette's no moral as well just letters wrote by frustration

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

My shit is heavy, droppin bricks

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

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