This is a song about "Monkey top lane"

We livin life in the fast lane

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

Got that new crib in candy lane

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

From trying ride life in the fast lane

Keep thinkin im a monkey and the situation where in right now can turn ugly

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

On the monkey bars, bars so sick it gave you sars