This is a song about "Rayne s lane"

Got that new crib in candy lane

I ain't interested in fame

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

S queezys very bold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Searching for fortune and fame

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

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

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Im my own person in my own lane,

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane