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

Got that new crib in candy lane

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

I'm at home in your pantry, your shits fine it's just dandy

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

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

I turned into something they never became

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

If i wasn't feeling school, she said stay home, your sick

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

And stay in your lane, 'cuz i gon take over this game

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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

In pain as i rise to fame leaving you in the slow lane with lil wayne

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain