This is a song about "Interchangeable parts"

In these parts, i guess it’s our scars that give us character,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I ain't jackin no parts, i ain't attacking the charts

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Of atomic particles split into two parts

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

Im partin seas, and parts of me is insane

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Grab on my nuts where my genital parts be,

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

I hope you brought new body parts,

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

Gotta store this in your core to denture the best parts, although

Most determined, but with the smallest of funds to show