This is a song about "Parking spot"

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Skills for the second spot

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Got yo girl in the spot

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

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

I gotta know if it's real or not

So we fought till death, right on the spot

As they clot their arteries, remedies from their enemies rough spot/

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

She got me going, i’m all in, fifty stories, i’m falling

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

You see him as a god

Since i put you on the spot

All trying to make it in the number one spot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not