This is a song about "Parallel parking"

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

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

I will beat your ass in a parking lot

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

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

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

The whole parking lot is on fire