This is a song about "Parallel"

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

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

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

Getting through to the parallel universe where i see my clone

Late night to the early morn, i've been such a rolling stone

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

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

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

My money quite loquacious, so commas riddle my statements

They're attracted like parallel magnets after your graduate talents