This is a song about "Traffic jam"

Ill wait! i'll jam... a fork in your ass like a slab of pork. out comes jam

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

We on a world tour, wale your man

This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

So here's a new program where you can get yo own jam

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

No more traffic you can go any way you want

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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