This is a song about "Oneida lane"

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

To straighten his lane and finish the game,

To this day, the game, will never be the same

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

From trying ride life in the fast lane

I ain't interested in fame

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

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

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

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks