This is a song about "Left lane"

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

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

Im my own person in my own lane,

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

On the right lane, where the curb lay

And i be on the block all day

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain