This is a song about "Tory lanes"

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

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

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

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains