This is a song about "Traffic"

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

That no one can sit through like rap traffic.

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

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand

Dispose/ of rappers who jump in traffic

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

We never tattle, let god handle that

Girls, traffic and some things tragic

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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