This is a song about "The traffic"

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man

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

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Shit's a traffic jam, and we bomb pakistan with gats in hand,

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

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

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

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping