This is a song about "Traffic jam"

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

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

$100 measles man, issue me with ego man

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

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

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

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

The real muscle in the message of that

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,