This is a song about "Parking"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

The whole parking lot is on fire

Now if i can walk through sweltering hot parking lots 'round swarming shots

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

They larry davis me and said i tried to kill a cop

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

I will beat your ass in a parking lot

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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