This is a song about "Loise lane"

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

Engraved a new route so you piercing punks can stay in your lane,

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Through all the rain and the pain

Im my own person in my own lane,

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Know it good when she go no hands

I ain't interested in fame

Got that new crib in candy lane

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Round my motherfuckin way