This is a song about "Your lane"

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

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

Stay in your lane getting roaches, yeilding to hunters, "saying lemme poach this."

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane