This is a song about "Bowling lanes"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

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

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Put two holes in your head like a bowling ball.

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

Huh, a metaphor of course

Sittin on bowling balls

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

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

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Can you picture my specific plan

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