This is a song about "The traffic"

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

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

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

Rebellion and defiance makes my muthafuckin' cock hard

No more traffic you can go any way you want

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit