This is a song about "Traffic"

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Man, your band is never flexible, like cars in traffic,

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Such a comedian oncoming median traffic

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last

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

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

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

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

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,