This is a song about "Traffic jam"

You gotta understand man

I know that bangers jam

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

But my character never could be like them, man

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

Jam out on your damn couch

And if i want to go outside

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

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

Teaching me to jam, writing scribbles with crayons

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man