This is a song about "Lanes"

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

Cause when i walk around, i pave my own lanes/

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Switch lanes, swiftly shift to shit, hear "bang bang",

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Why you keep switchin' lanes?

While working on my mistakes

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

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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