This is a song about "Rayne s lane"

Got that new crib in candy lane

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

All this paper i fold

S queezys very bold

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

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

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Fast lane on that last gear,

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

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

I'm going off the top of the brain

From trying ride life in the fast lane