This is a song about "Traffic cone"

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

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

Cause another innocent died

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

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

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

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

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man

I'll throw you in a trashcan, dump it in a traffic jam,

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

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