This is a song about "The mysterious lanes"

They provokin' suicide but as soon as signed

Ive got a mysterious mind its undefined

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

The tragic which nas topped// read my fucking blue print// hova changed up lanes

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

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

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

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Switch lanes, swiftly shift to shit, hear "bang bang",

Life's about decisions man