This is a song about "Cell parts"

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

Bitch, they call it motor city

Detach you like you need parts

You haters put up your guards

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

It doesn’t matter whether i’m locked up in a prison cell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Of atomic particles split into two parts

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Zoned out face in a cell phone - imprisoned

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

Nobody forgets their first time in a cell.

Throwing animal parts at scarlett johansen

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some