This is a song about "Parallel lines"

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Insperation bunny hopping over state lines

And it starts cruising through blue lines

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Your bars are nursery rhymes,kindergarten lines

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Distracted and switching up your lines

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

Welcome to organized side of real lines

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

‘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.