This is a song about "Switching lanes"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Now eyes are switching and i'm outta vision cuz emancipation's near me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Switching topics up, as fast as i smack these lacking rappers' butts

I keep you out my lane never change or switching positions

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

No doubt i'm crazy, rewind what i'm saying both lanes telling me i'm best

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes