This is a song about "Rashaad lane"

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

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

Engraved a new route so you piercing punks can stay in your lane,

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

It's a shameso much pressure on my brain

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

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

I wish i’ll never see you again

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,