This is a song about "Parking lots"

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Executions deadly i'm slayin' lots of bars sittin pretty with finesse.

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

That has lots of experience about cocks

Heard the sound of several gun shots

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

There has been controversy and i've seen the lots of news,

I made lots of comments and doubt started stackin up

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Make jollof with lots of pepper, so i stay hot forever