This is a song about "Your lane"

On the right lane, where the curb lay

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

Roots and black thought brought us to a new lane,

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

But now invisible cells around your brain

Rev my engine up yeezy passed you in your own lane

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Change factors race the lane backwards take chance

Ain't that your worst fear

Fast lane on that last gear,

I ain't even start yet, this is propane

Let cupid take aim, come and follow my lane