This is a song about "Traffic light"

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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

Trees, flowers , sky and light

And ask me how was my night

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

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

Am aiming for the light

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

That white trash traffic and gridlock, shit happened like a six blocks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Mass increases, attracting light,

Wino might find yo' sight