This is a song about "Lane got small peepee"

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Listening to your garbage’s got me feeling trapped in a small cage/

When drunk i only drink beer

Fast lane on that last gear,

From trying ride life in the fast lane

Searching for fortune and fame