This is a song about "The traffic"

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

I'm driving head on into traffic hoping for a head on collision

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

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

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Broke bitch the only time you see a green is at traffic how you gonna glow,

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

This is the part where we run hip hop

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines