This is a song about "Bot lane"

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Well rick james, maury jane

So i live life in the fast lane

Okay man you do the drop

I'm not, wrote this like a bot

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

To straighten his lane and finish the game,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim