This is a song about "Traffic cone"

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Broke bitch the only time you see a green is at traffic how you gonna glow,

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

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

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

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

I’ll be back on the same night

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,