This is a song about "Rayne s lane"

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

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

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

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

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