This is a song about "Lil home stay in your lane"

The game changed me into +a different world+ like dwayne wayne

And if i stay i'll grind away for shitty pay, the lowest lane,

So i live life in the fast lane

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

Stay in your lane getting roaches, yeilding to hunters, "saying lemme poach this."

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

They always watching you, even out in your own home

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Making you run back home to lil mommy

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably