This is a song about "Diana mid lane"

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Im my own person in my own lane,

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Black holes are a mid something about meta physics and science----

Got that new crib in candy lane

I wish i’ll never see you again

We livin life in the fast lane

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

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

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane