This is a song about "Erica lane"

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

We livin life in the fast lane

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

On the right lane, where the curb lay

They think they bring that pain

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.