This is a song about "Ballin on da lane"

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

She's sat on da fucking floor, strippin tears why would you kill/

I hit a driveby on sandy hook while in the memory lane, but im not insane,

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

I bled on the bed and then on da table

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Ballin to the bank...u would think they put a net on it,

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Somebody ring the church bells for da man wit no ring on

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Yea but, i live on the beach kids outside an they playin in da heat