This is a song about "Top lane"

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

To straighten his lane and finish the game,

And reflect on the rap game, i came

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

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

See i'm not superman, i'll probably never find my lois lane,

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

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

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

Got that new crib in candy lane

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats