This is a song about "Top lane"

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

Surf the information highway in the leftmost lane

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Here i go again, falling in love again

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

I'm making my own lane cause most of y'all already blows

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws