This is a song about "Erica lane"

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

To straighten his lane and finish the game,

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

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

See dog? rap is my aim

We livin life in the fast lane

I wish i’ll never see you again

Im my own person in my own lane,

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

I wanted the money and never the fame

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Well, brenda's barely got a brain