This is a song about "Tory lanes"

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

It’s something that’s in your veins

Why you keep switchin' lanes?

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Open up the lanes cus i'm just tryna get through

You're my reflection and all i see is you

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

I want to feel her in every way

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

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

Shit done changed since the wop and the running man