This is a song about "Traffic"

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

On the way there the traffic was dead lock

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

As you're passing in traffic, it tragically happened

And that's jay line i had to quote that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Its tragic tho, been cast a role to crash into traffic slamming in panic to a faggot hoe

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

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