This is a song about "Bowling lanes"

Switch lanes, swiftly shift to shit, hear "bang bang",

But my character never could be like them, man

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

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

Kirko paint her walls

Sittin on bowling balls

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Why i'm i fucken crawling like a ball in a game of bowling

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play

Tell me how can we live this way