This is a song about "Traffic cone"

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

I'm winning cause ricky made my mistakes known

No more traffic you can go any way you want

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

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

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

No remorse stoned on big a dirty slutty cone

This is everything that we call hype

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