This is a song about "Memory lane"

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

With a memory so fine

Guess im ahead of my time

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Bring in the artillery life is nothin but a memory

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Nobody never gave me shit, when i got my first chain

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

Tryina live life in the slow lane

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Wanna be just another memory eh eh eh

You're a bitch and i'm here to dismiss ye,