This is a song about "The traffic"

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

No more traffic you can go any way you want

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

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

Just cause i don't get votes don't mean i didn't kill everybody i faced,go practice first

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

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

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

And i like my marijuana bright

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

Temperatures drop; see it's cool to shoot a nigga