This is a song about "Tory lanes"

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

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,

For the occasion, paper planes

Why you keep switchin' lanes?

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Cause when i walk around, i pave my own lanes/

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

No doubt i'm crazy, rewind what i'm saying both lanes telling me i'm best

Selling my assets, i'm so damn illegal that i need to be arrest