This is a song about "Top lane"

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

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

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

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

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

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

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

Im my own person in my own lane,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

From trying ride life in the fast lane

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

We livin life in the fast lane