This is a song about "Parallel"

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

You can't touch these lines i'm spitting them parallel.

Will walking on my heart, wish you was still there

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

You can't touch these lines i'm spitting them parallel.

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

With these 'parallel verses', you couldn't touch 'em if your lines were slanted!

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Getting through to the parallel universe where i see my clone

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

They're attracted like parallel magnets after your graduate talents