This is a song about "Traffic"

No car key and i mean that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

I'm in traffic, distracted by the chat that i'm having

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Broke bitch the only time you see a green is at traffic how you gonna glow,

Walk blind into a line or fight

Traffic was tight hit the breaks right,

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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