This is a song about "Switching lanes"

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

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

I keep you out my lane never change or switching positions

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

Instead of bitchin, these lanes im switchin, to somethin tight.

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

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

For the occasion, paper planes

Why you keep switchin' lanes?

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box