This is a song about "Parking"

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

I can only imagine, uncle bob

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

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

While them bitches always gossip, she busy going shopping

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

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

I will beat your ass in a parking lot

The whole parking lot is on fire

My brothers alone said fuck your entire