This is a song about "Bowling lanes"

If i ain't the dopest then joker's either lying or smoking

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

Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

Sittin on bowling balls

Shots, they back and forth

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

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

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains