This is a song about "Traffic"

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

No more traffic you can go any way you want

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

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

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk