This is a song about "Bot lane"

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

I ain't interested in fame

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

Got that new crib in candy lane

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

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

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again