This is a song about "Traffic abort"

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

Now you got me hopped up on that

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

I can shoot 'em there, dress up like a cop and abort,

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

I never crack i got that chap stick

Fell onto traffic cause a 42 car pile up not a scratch at all

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

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

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

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

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick