This is a song about "Logan lane"

From trying ride life in the fast lane

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

On the right lane, where the curb lay

I told him get his 9 and run

I once had this friend, his name was logan.

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

See i'm not superman, i'll probably never find my lois lane,

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

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Logan i've become so numb to what you've said

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead