This is a song about "Parking spot"

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

And j dot cant work well under the spot,

Only real niggas stay on top

She grabs the yellow bottle

We bustin' at your spot marshall/

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

So don't be surprised when i eat your liver, on the spot

Okay man you do the drop

Lil young boi, up in the spot

So take the stage just show me what you got

But whatever, you hit on the spot

Im a young nigga comin for the top spot

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

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

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