This is a song about "Traffic cone"

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

With these macs i've got a bad habit

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

No remorse stoned on big a dirty slutty cone

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

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

I just wanna be higher than that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic