This is a song about "Car parts"

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

Down the street to the car,

I know i've came so far

Your music in the car

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Got a license, no car

Well, that's what you are

You haters put up your guards

Both dreams got different parts

Detach you like you need parts

Please correct me, stretch marks

You get close but no cigar

Bad, just like an 80's car