This is a song about "Switch lanes"

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play

When love comes callin', don’t look away

The tragic which nas topped// read my fucking blue print// hova changed up lanes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Never trust a nigga cause they always switch

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Click clack with a switch fat

Funny how some money make a bitch switch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Open up the lanes cus i'm just tryna get through

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

Cause when i walk around, i pave my own lanes/