This is a song about "Traffic"

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

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

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

Are fine, so many guns being smuggled in traffic jams,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

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

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

No car key and i mean that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic