This is a song about "Parallel"

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

Getting through to the parallel universe where i see my clone

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

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

They're attracted like parallel magnets after your graduate talents