This is a song about "Assassin mid lane"

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

From trying ride life in the fast lane

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

So i live life in the fast lane

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

Holy crap, man, how did i become the assassin?

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

Savage, a placid assassin stabbing your back with a jagged pole

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one