This is a song about "Traffic jam"

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Jam out on your damn couch

Wouldn't sell my soul to the devil for summer jam,

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

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

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

To be honest i'd rather just here and jam

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Jars upon jars, but yet no jam for the bread.

The lights may flicker, your face feels red