This is a song about "Tory lanes"

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Real niggas never hate another man

Switch lanes, swiftly shift to shit, hear "bang bang",

The tragic which nas topped// read my fucking blue print// hova changed up lanes

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

My path's in eight lanes, eight chains, great word play

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

Instead of bitchin, these lanes im switchin, to somethin tight.

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

Bitch in chains us switching lanes and terrains had the chains at the trains

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins