This is a song about "Lane got small peepee"

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

With a chi chi,i got lifes cheat sheet,so beep beep get the fuck out my lane

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

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Tryina live life in the slow lane

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Now i got the instrumental infected like small pox

Her tits are fucking small

I don’t do nothing but ball

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

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

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

He thinks he got street cred because he sped while he was in a lane

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain