This is a song about "Oneida lane"

Im my own person in my own lane,

Never let the game play youand for the fame

We livin life in the fast lane

Time after time, again and again

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

So they taught me to spray

On the right lane, where the curb lay

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

Take advice keep it clean don't complain

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

Life on a fast lane infinity laps