This is a song about "Bowling lanes"

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

While working on my mistakes

Why you keep switchin' lanes?

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

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

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

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

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

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

Open up the lanes cus i'm just tryna get through

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

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

Sittin on bowling balls

Alcohol and booty calls