This is a song about "Lanes"

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

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

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

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Instead of bitchin, these lanes im switchin, to somethin tight.

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play

Tell me how can we live this way

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

The tragic which nas topped// read my fucking blue print// hova changed up lanes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains