This is a song about "Lane"

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

But you better switch your lane before i spit you some damage

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

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,

Blow trees like a hurricane

Im my own person in my own lane,

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

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

Not to mention wale is on the way

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Got that new crib in candy lane

I'm going off the top of the brain