This is a song about "Traffic cone"

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

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

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

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

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

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