This is a song about "The fast lane"

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

And if i stay i'll grind away for shitty pay, the lowest lane,

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Fast lane on that last gear,

Do not attempt to interfere

To straighten his lane and finish the game,

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

From trying ride life in the fast lane

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Just to go to liv on a sunday