This is a song about "The traffic"

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

College girl going wild, we gonna need a camera man

I'll throw you in a trashcan, dump it in a traffic jam,

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

That white trash traffic and gridlock, shit happened like a six blocks

From curb surfingwe working the industry

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

Are fine, so many guns being smuggled in traffic jams,

Just a little nigga

I bring the heat like the

There are times when you'll need someone

The bigger the the fun