This is a song about "Traffic ight"

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Broke bitch the only time you see a green is at traffic how you gonna glow,

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

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

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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

One night love: i'mma need that

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

No more traffic you can go any way you want

Man, your band is never flexible, like cars in traffic,

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

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

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