This is a song about "Top lane"

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

Here i go again, falling in love again

To straighten his lane and finish the game,

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

From trying ride life in the fast lane

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Then some lady named billie holiday

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Got that new crib in candy lane

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes