This is a song about "Cell parts"

With parts of their body through the mail

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

But two parts each bein half.

Lights will flash, cars will crash

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

And i wanted all parts of her

So that don't even matter

Hey, must be the money

And she wanted no parts of me

No need to trip, you can tell em that i’m cool as hell

And people don’t care if they’re locked up in a prison cell,

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Now all cuzza you i'm fuckin dying in this cell