This is a song about "Lindsey lohan"

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Man that's my worst fear

Fast lane on that last gear,

Brotha lynch may be mean

Tell a bitch lean

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

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Im my own person in my own lane,

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

To straighten his lane and finish the game,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim