This is a song about "Lane fuckfest"

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

From trying ride life in the fast lane

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

On the right lane, where the curb lay

For a perfect mother’s day

I'm going off the top of the brain

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame