This is a song about "Bitchboys stay in your lane"

Hip hop clone likes in my lane, not toned right

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Stay in your lane getting roaches, yeilding to hunters, "saying lemme poach this."

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

And if i stay i'll grind away for shitty pay, the lowest lane,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Repetitive competitive grain girding lanes, lined in arrays, lane to lane,

We livin life in the fast lane

My buzz is like cocaine

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Living life in the fast lane with a mad cane

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane