This is a song about "Parking"

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

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

I will beat your ass in a parking lot

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

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

They ain’t really for condoms, i just think that it’s shocking

The whole parking lot is on fire

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

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

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