This is a song about "Traffic lights"

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

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

//said when the lights shine off

Please hold your applause

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Saying they this and that

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

She's cute but her forehead's big

Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Im stuck being blinded by the shining lights