This is a song about "Lane got small peepee"

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

So i live life in the fast lane

I'll never call you bitch again

Just to let you know, you are

But he's small and got a structure

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

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

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Now i got the instrumental infected like small pox