This is a song about "Parallel parking"

Discarding what i'm regarding, dreams parking, hells bombarding

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Now if i can walk through sweltering hot parking lots 'round swarming shots

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

The whole parking lot is on fire

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

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

Ya selling dimes , every bang i make is like a parking fine

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Discarding what i'm regarding, dreams parking, hells bombarding

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling