This is a song about "Parking"

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

I will beat your ass in a parking lot

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

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

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

The whole parking lot is on fire

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

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

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

With a lock - in the back of the parking lot

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

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