This is a song about "Traffic cone"

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

No more traffic you can go any way you want

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

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

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

No remorse stoned on big a dirty slutty cone

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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