This is a song about "The mysterious lanes"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

The more battles the better the flows

Aint got time for mindgames, no need to be so mysterious,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Blow trees like a hurricane

Why you keep switchin' lanes?

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine