This is a song about "Parking lot"

My niggas out here trapping a lot

He say, she say, oh my god

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

//audio recording is very bad i fucked up a lot

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

We got a lot room for real ass shit so i brought a lot.

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot