This is a song about "Parallel"

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

They're attracted like parallel magnets after your graduate talents

Getting through to the parallel universe where i see my clone

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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.

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,