This is a song about "Mark lane"

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

So i live life in the fast lane

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

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

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

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

So agressive they were, they'd diss you, leavin' you wit' a mark//

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start