This is a song about "Ethan lane matthews"

To straighten his lane and finish the game,

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

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

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

So i live life in the fast lane

Your body's right as rain

I wanted the money and never the fame

Got that new crib in candy lane

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame