This is a song about "Cell parts"

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

I'm like the man on mars; i'm high as hell

Both dreams got different parts

Please correct me, stretch marks

I hope you brought new body parts,

All on the furniture with no regards

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Detach you like you need parts

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

And she wanted no parts of me

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts