This is a song about "Traffic cone"

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

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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

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

Imma call her and have that bitch lick the tip of my ice cream cone like a

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Ask rajesh about the snow cone and get the package of raw