This is a song about "Top lane"

Take me away away

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

Im my own person in my own lane,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

On the right lane, where the curb lay

If you out there let me hear you say

Your man wale in his own damn lane

To straighten his lane and finish the game,

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

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