This is a song about "Car parts"

Bad, just like an 80's car

Baby, you know who you are

And she wanted the parts of my friend

Thought we’d be together ’till the end

Into literates with their spare parts,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Detach you like you need parts

Please correct me, stretch marks

I hope you brought new body parts,

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

I know i've came so far

'bout to get my other car

I got these tats all on my arms

Both dreams got different parts