This is a song about "Traffic solution"

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

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

I found a solution to all my stress and problems/

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

Past the end its the only solution

Take her on a long ride

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

A solution to the problems we are so burdened with

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live