This is a song about "The fast lane"

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Critical maims of innocent lames litter the lane with bitterness//

I'm gettin' bitches to strip

Yall so fast with the clip,

So i live life in the fast lane

I'll never call you bitch again

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

With a chi chi,i got lifes cheat sheet,so beep beep get the fuck out my lane

The lane is fast don't come in last or you gonna get socked

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane