This is a song about "Rayne s lane"

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

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

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane