This is a song about "Parallel parking"

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Bout peppermint schnapps in junior high hit the block

I will beat your ass in a parking lot

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

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

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

Getting through to the parallel universe where i see my clone

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

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

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

They're attracted like parallel magnets after your graduate talents

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there