This is a song about "Traffic stop"

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

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

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Stop the racism, stop the violence, stop the hate,

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

No more traffic you can go any way you want

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart