This is a song about "Bot lane"

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Got that new crib in candy lane

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

I ain't interested in fame

We livin life in the fast lane

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

We getting money, you can face the facts

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

Time after time, again and again

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