This is a song about "Lane fuckfest"

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

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Tryina live life in the slow lane

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

But i dont never play

On the right lane, where the curb lay

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

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Searching for fortune and fame

From trying ride life in the fast lane