This is a song about "Traffic lights"

Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Flying so high, air traffic controllers giving teezy fines

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

The real muscle in the message of that

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Please hold your applause

Checks delayed n' lights turned off

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

If it's right tonight, i might bite that