This is a song about "Traffic abort"

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

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

Theres nothing called mission abort

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford