This is a song about "The traffic"

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

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

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina

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

Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

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

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Such a comedian oncoming median traffic

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box