This is a song about "Your lane"

Life on a fast lane infinity laps

To all the frauds stop faking, relax

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Ironically, they tell me to stay in my own lane

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Words beat your faster than a fast lane.

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Your body's right as rain

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

From trying ride life in the fast lane

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

See i'm not superman, i'll probably never find my lois lane,

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