This is a song about "Traffic cone"

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Wit my kin that i came in wit

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

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

The truth hurts baby , lick the ice cream off your cone

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

Something like rihanna while i’m up in that vagina

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a