This is a song about "Traffic"

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

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

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Now this shit is turning to a habit

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

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

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow