This is a song about "Murder lane"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Im my own person in my own lane,

From trying ride life in the fast lane

Blow trees like a hurricane

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

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

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

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

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