This is a song about "Parallel parking"

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

Getting through to the parallel universe where i see my clone

I feel something change in the weather, and i’m home, home, home

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

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

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

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

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

They're attracted like parallel magnets after your graduate talents

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

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Come here i’m about to take you higher

The whole parking lot is on fire