This is a song about "Bowling lanes"

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

The tragic which nas topped// read my fucking blue print// hova changed up lanes

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Real niggas never hate another man

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

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

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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