This is a song about "The traffic"

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

Fell onto traffic cause a 42 car pile up not a scratch at all

Got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul

No more traffic you can go any way you want

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto