This is a song about "Bot lane"

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

Im my own person in my own lane,

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Unable to think clear

Fast lane on that last gear,

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

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

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane