This is a song about "Interchangeable parts"

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

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

Throwing animal parts at scarlett johansen

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

There’s whisperings around these parts of a new kid

That's motivation, my people living wicked

Both dreams got different parts

I got these tats all on my arms

And i wanted all parts of her

Fuck them, fly together

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

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

Grab on my nuts where my genital parts be,

That's why i never claimed i was the best

And she wanted the parts of my friend's friend