This is a song about "Body parts"

I hope you brought new body parts,

Finish line with the tire marks

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

As your body parts i'm piling in the room, walks in your mother

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I ain't jackin no parts, i ain't attacking the charts

I start carvin away ur body parts n hey pack em up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Both dreams got different parts

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

And other parts of your life have just become obsolete.

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Tried to run away but my parts only shut down