This is a song about "Traffic light"

Gotta get into the light

I can smell it when i go outside

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

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

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

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Mass increases, attracting light,

Which you know i'm different, right

Nobody knew i feared light,

Couple grand when i rock the night

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

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