This is a song about "Dawson lane"

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Time after time, again and again

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane