This is a song about "Lane got small peepee"

But now invisible cells around your brain

From trying ride life in the fast lane

Took the van, went snatch her

But he's small and got a structure

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

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

We livin life in the fast lane

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine