This is a song about "A parking lot"

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Im a cannibal, im here to slaughter the lot,

O. trice always rep his block

My niggas out here trapping a lot

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

Fans show a lot of love for yosef

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

And don't make vibrations stop

I smoke mad blunts and drink a lot

There've been a lot o' rainy days, a lot in my life.

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

I just want somebody i can see

Been thinkin' about you a lot lately

Make out, get dirty, start to fuck a lot

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop