This is a song about "Erica lane"

Fast lane on that last gear,

Yellow diamonds in my ear

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

Engraved a new route so you piercing punks can stay in your lane,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

But you better switch your lane before i spit you some damage