This is a song about "Jonathan lane"

I wanted the money and never the fame

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

I wish i’ll never see you again

Im my own person in my own lane,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

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

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane