This is a song about "Dawson lane"

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

I wish i could live with no fear

Fast lane on that last gear,

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

See i'm not superman, i'll probably never find my lois lane,

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

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

And that little nigga nigga, thinks its okay

#fuck #superman like #lois #lane, go insane, that's my way,

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

We livin life in the fast lane