This is a song about "Top lane"

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

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

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Engraved a new route so you piercing punks can stay in your lane,

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

On the right lane, where the curb lay

But more importantly taught me to pray

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

We livin life in the fast lane