This is a song about "Parallel lines"

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Distracted and switching up your lines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

You lack sincerity, clarity and lines

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

Spittin written and forbidden lines

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

I read it, the fine lines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

Getting through to the parallel universe where i see my clone