This is a song about "Traffic jams"

No more traffic you can go any way you want

Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped

Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

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

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

Who is cranking out jams

If i don't make that man there dance