This is a song about "Girl from the parking lot"

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

How come i can't escape from a girl i consider a bitch?

As long as we're cooperating with god

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

I heard something from the back, damn girl why are you screaming

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

From every motherfucking boy or girl, i take their shits down to the last hit ground

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

I was with this one girl who was innocent from the cover

The lord surely touched my baby girl from birth.

This is only for the hip-hop lovers