This is a song about "Parking"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

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

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

The whole parking lot is on fire

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

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 will beat your ass in a parking lot

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop