This is a song about "Parallel"

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

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

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

They're attracted like parallel magnets after your graduate talents

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

Getting through to the parallel universe where i see my clone

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home