This is a song about "Erica lane"

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

On the right lane, where the curb lay

So close i could give flip a play

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

#fuck #superman like #lois #lane, go insane, that's my way,

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

I wish i’ll never see you again

We livin life in the fast lane

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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