This is a song about "Traffic cone"

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

No remorse stoned on big a dirty slutty cone

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Kick back, relax, and pack my own cone.

And don't you bring your camera phone

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

By any means, if ya like it or not

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Such a comedian oncoming median traffic