This is a song about "Cell parts"

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

And the only block he's reppin' is a h-block cell

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Throwing animal parts at scarlett johansen

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

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

Heard you might be comin home, just got bail

With parts of their body through the mail

I gotta make it even if heaven or hell

There is no where you can run your in the cell