This is a song about "Computer parts"

And i wanted all parts of her

We about to set this bitch on fire

But i come on the weekends, pablo jail

With parts of their body through the mail

I'm a computer see, i'm quicker than a human be

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

Both dreams got different parts

I got these tats all on my arms

That's that computer love

But you hate them navel kisses