This is a song about "Traffic cone"

At home they comparin this situation to nam

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

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

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Told the fucking faculty that he was at a meeting and

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

No remorse stoned on big a dirty slutty cone

See, baby, i'm a leader day away from a libra

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

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

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

No more traffic you can go any way you want

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,