This is a song about "Diana mid lane"

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

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

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

Triple claws to the mid like you met freddie

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

From a kid rock, insane clown posse concert in mid oc-tober