This is a song about "Logan lane"

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

Im my own person in my own lane,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

And not a single feature except lil wayne

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

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

He’s comin', that's what these hoes say

On the right lane, where the curb lay

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

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