This is a song about "Bowling lanes"

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling

No doubt i'm crazy, rewind what i'm saying both lanes telling me i'm best

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

And i got 'em every day, every day

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots