This is a song about "Traffic jams"

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

Fell onto traffic cause a 42 car pile up not a scratch at all

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

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

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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