This is a song about "Traffic stop"

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

I wish the voices would stop and stop

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

No more traffic you can go any way you want

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that