This is a song about "Fuck tory lanes"

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

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

When you spill out hits

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Rollin' down the four o five

Fuck reppin red fuck reppin blue,

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune