This is a song about "Bowling lanes"

Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains

Cause when i walk around, i pave my own lanes/

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

No offense ya bitch taking balls to the face like bowling pins

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Instead of bitchin, these lanes im switchin, to somethin tight.

Why you keep switchin' lanes?

High: that's why they call us planes