This is a song about "Traffic cone"

No more traffic you can go any way you want

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

You, you, you have to pay for that

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

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

I'll throw you in a trashcan, dump it in a traffic jam,

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

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

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

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

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past