This is a song about "Parallel"

Warfare and religion seem to run parallel,

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

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

They're attracted like parallel magnets after your graduate talents

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

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Believing the screens or anything there

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

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Getting through to the parallel universe where i see my clone