This is a song about "Bot lane"

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

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

Not to mention wale is on the way

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

You're gonna flop like british hip hop, im a rap bot

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

To straighten his lane and finish the game,

I wanted the money and never the fame

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,