This is a song about "Rashaad lane"

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

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

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

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

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

How i think about you every day

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane