This is a song about "The mysterious lanes"

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

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

The bigger the the fun

And i listen to common

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

Why you keep switchin' lanes?

Blow trees like a hurricane

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

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

Sid's got that mysterious juice up up in his under hip

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship